Verse 1
Bm            D
From the west comes old Death
  F#
A-riding on the storm
     Bm              D
With hungry eyes for funeral fires
   F#
To burn till the morrow's dawn
    Em                    G
For tis the night, here comes the dead
Bm
Unbound from the Underworld
        Em                    G
And the children dress as the babes of Hell
        Bm
All the boys and all the girls

Chorus
        D          A
And the fires shall burn
        C#?                  F#m
And the wheel of life shall turn
      D             C#?   F#m
And the dead come back home on Samhain
    D            A
And in the night sky
       C#?            F#m
On the lunar light they fly
      D             C#?   F#m
And the dead come back home on Samhain