RESURRECTED ON SAMHAIN

Precious monuments

Epitaphs so glorious

Temples of the dead

Signs of the time past

Giant necropolises

Built by tired hands

In grounds wiped with tears

Will vanish at last

Our remains

Maybe buried In vain

Maybe will not remain

Till the next Samhain

But the memory

Of our ancestors

Will forever remain

And on each Samhain

Resurrected and alive

Still we will recall

Visions of our demigods

We'll dance, sing, never cry

So the Spheres turn round

Our remains

Maybe buried in vain

As spirits will rise

And dance on Samhain

1999.10.30