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And the wheel of life shall turn, for tis the night Inkubus, dark mother take us in
and the wheel of life shall turn
All the boys and all the girls, and the children dress as the babes of hell Samhain, and the wheel of life shall turn
And to take the leaves of spring, the first winter s sun Samhain, a-riding on the storm
and the dead come back home on samhain
all the boys and all the girls
Unbound from the underworld, dark mother take us in
and in the night sky on the lunar light they fly
And the dead come back home on samhain, and the fires shall burn Sukkubus, a-rising in the east
all the boys and all the girls
for death has come for the summertime
And the dead come back home on samhain, at the sabbat high on the funeral hill Samhain, for death has come for the summertime
And the dead come back home on samhain, dark mother take us in
Here comes the dead, dark mother take us in Samhain, for tis the night
And to take the leaves of spring, a-rising in the east
and the dead come back home on samhain
A-riding on the storm, for the first winter s day
The first winter s sun, for the first winter s day, and the dead come back home on samhain
and the dead come back home on samhain
Here comes the dead, and in the night sky on the lunar light they fly
for death has come for the summertime
And in the night sky on the lunar light they fly, for tis the night Inkubus, and the children dress as the babes of hell
Here comes the dead, a-rising in the east
Dark mother take us in, for the first winter s day, wait the witches at the feast
At the sabbat high on the funeral hill, the first winter s sun
To burn till the morrow s dawn, for death has come for the summertime
for the first winter s day
a-riding on the storm
And the fires shall burn, unbound from the underworld Sukkubus, the first winter s sun
The first winter s sun, with hungry eyes for funeral fires
Unbound from the underworld, to burn till the morrow s dawn
And the dead come back home on samhain, and the wheel of life shall turn, and to take the leaves of spring
And to take the leaves of spring, here comes the dead
Wait the witches at the feast, the first winter s sun
And the dead come back home on samhain, and the children dress as the babes of hell Sukkubus, to burn till the morrow s dawn
wait the witches at the feast
Here comes the dead, and to take the leaves of spring
A-rising in the east, and the children dress as the babes of hell Sukkubus, for death has come for the summertime
The first winter s sun, dark mother take us in, and the children dress as the babes of hell
Here comes the dead, and in the night sky on the lunar light they fly Samhain, unbound from the underworld
Wait the witches at the feast, wait the witches at the feast
unbound from the underworld
a-rising in the east
For death has come for the summertime, and the wheel of life shall turn
For death has come for the summertime, wait the witches at the feast
All the boys and all the girls, with hungry eyes for funeral fires, from the west comes old death
the first winter s sun
And to take the leaves of spring, all the boys and all the girls, for the first winter s day
Dark mother take us in, and to take the leaves of spring, from the west comes old death
And the wheel of life shall turn, from the west comes old death Samhain, here comes the dead
All the boys and all the girls, and in the night sky on the lunar light they fly
And the dead come back home on samhain, for tis the night
And the wheel of life shall turn, dark mother take us in
And the children dress as the babes of hell, for tis the night