Samhain(Sow-win)

Come with us
As we wake the dead
This cold November night
Brings the thoughts into my head
Of headless corpses
and grotesque things to be said

Chant with us
And sing the songs of dead
And celebrate the night
Of horror and bliss
and many murders of the knife

Samhain
The end of the season
Samhain
Death with a reason
Samhain
The day they all dread
Samhain
The day of the dead

Die with us
And stop your beating heart
For its too loud inside your grave
Kill as you go down.
Cause there is nothing left to save