Raise the Samhain Fires High

Images generated with Gemini AI Music generated with Suno AI #ai #sunoai #aimusic #heavymetal #powermetal #hudba #trashmetal [Intro] When the last red leaves are turning, Hear the old hill answer flame. [Verse 1] We gather where the blackthorn bends, With apple cakes and cedar boughs; The harvest moon looks down on us, As sparks climb up from every house. A copper bell rings through the dusk, The barley sheaves are laid aside; Tonight the year turns in our hands, And all our scattered roads collide. [Pre-Chorus] So lift the lantern, call them near, Let every distant heart be here. [Chorus] Raise the Samhain fires high, Let the turning season hear us cry! Through the veil, through the years, We keep the names we hold so dear. Raise the Samhain fires high, Gold against the gathering sky; Hand to hand, the old songs rise— We are the flame that never dies. [Verse 2] Your grandmother’s green ribbon ties Around the gate beneath the oak; You tell the tale she told each fall, And laugh before the final joke. The fiddles wheel, the children run, Their painted faces bright with gold; Beyond the fields, the dark grows wide, But here no one is left alone. [Pre-Chorus] So lift the lantern, call them near, Let every distant heart be here. [Chorus] Raise the Samhain fires high, Let the turning season hear us cry! Through the veil, through the years, We keep the names we hold so dear. Raise the Samhain fires high, Gold against the gathering sky; Hand to hand, the old songs rise— We are the flame that never dies. [Bridge] If winter takes the roads we know, If frost should close the river’s door, Your voice will find me through the snow; Our vows are kindling, evermore. [Folk Choir] Come by the fire, come by the flame, Carry the love, remember the name. Come by the fire, come by the flame, Year after year, we gather again. [Final Chorus] Raise the Samhain fires high, Let the turning season hear us cry! Through the veil, through the years, We keep the names we hold so dear. Raise the Samhain fires high, Gold against the gathering sky; Hand to hand, the old songs rise— We are the flame that never dies. [Outro] When the last red leaves are turning, We’ll be here when flames return.