Luyện nghe bài hát Souling Song - Samhain Version

Soul, soul, cakes!
We come hunting for cakes!
We are dead, but we said,
On night well take your bread
And while youre out of abode,
Lighting fires of old,
of us, out of body
As we are, you, too, be.

Night, at long last,
We parade from ages
A from the Otherworld
Oh, the hairs that we curled!

Winters Eve us,
Its open portal us.
We into the living sphere,
And see memories summon here.
Find us in coldness,
Visiting much boldness.
Share your well share our power
To a future hour.

End, Summers End
Will the sun return, vital warmth to
Summers End, End
Darkness lengthens in its across the sleeping land.

Little Jack, sat on his gate,
goblins and demons his cake.
Up the chill and down with the sun,
Waning and waning, the Dark begun.
All this night as untie,
Visitors and frightful stop by.
Up with your mask and down your feet,
Marching and to lead out the fleet.

How about this
Its are compelling,
With and cakes and porridge,
And cherries and from storage.
at your door!
Dont be scared, but give us more!
A or a fershee might delight by new firelight.