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A chill grips the earth The world must die before grim rebirth The oaks ablaze signal Summer's end All must die, the harvest is at hand Dead leaves fill the air The smell of Death The Samhain wind is blowing In the breeze, between the trees The dead won't rest I feel the spirit move Spectral shapes make themselves known Now returned, dead but not gone The veil is torn between two spheres The final hour is ever drawing near Dead leaves fill the air The smell of Death The Samhain wind is blowing In the breeze, between the trees The dead won't rest I feel the spirit moving Cast the bones into the flame Beckon the dead to return again Letras de cancionesEmbrace the dead upon this night The Samhain fires burn, ever burning bright Dead leaves fill the air The smell of Death The Samhain wind is blowing In the breeze, between the trees The dead won't rest I feel the spirit moving in From Letras Mania