The last gleams of life are fading in the dusk
And in the cold of Samhain night, immortal souls come back...
Overhanging the fires and praised by ancients' wisdom
The first moon of new year will rise for us tonight...
Loar! May the dark days of the past year
Be forgotten forever
And may the gleams of the first moon
Bless our clan and our land!
Loar! May the paths of the Sidh
Lead our fathers to the glade
And may the deceased souls rejoin us, before their last journey
Death's returned tonight, under the vast arch of the sacred Nemeton of Oak
Till the dawn, they will feast
Around fires of the most sacred night,
The Winter Solstice.
All around the pyre celebrate the new year
Praising the moon, praising the night.
And in the cold of Samhain night, immortal souls come back...
Overhanging the fires and praised by ancients' wisdom
The first moon of new year will rise for us tonight...
Loar! May the dark days of the past year
Be forgotten forever
And may the gleams of the first moon
Bless our clan and our land!
Loar! May the paths of the Sidh
Lead our fathers to the glade
And may the deceased souls rejoin us, before their last journey
Death's returned tonight, under the vast arch of the sacred Nemeton of Oak
Till the dawn, they will feast
Around fires of the most sacred night,
The Winter Solstice.
All around the pyre celebrate the new year
Praising the moon, praising the night.