Her arrival is anticipated by a metallic clink
Gradually, a mellifluous singing rises
Between the blurred silhouttes burning candles shines
Between the mysterious gloom they approach
The Lady in White, with her Golden Crown
Opens the march of the eternals
Svelte in her carriot of fire
Pullet by two red eyed dogs
With a torch in every hand, lighting the path
With two shadows on her back, vigilant, hidden
Her collars' keys collide breaking the silence
She who gives life
She who brings death
She who brings rebirth
Today you can come in and they can get out
Today you can ask their advice and honor their
memory
Your ancestors, those who sing peacefully
For Her, Lady of the Underworld
Today, go and celebrate the Wheel of the Year
Today is Samhain an perennial Hekate is present
Today is Samhain, we can die to reborn
In the purest light, originated in the beginning of
time
To spin once again, the Wheel of Life.