Hallows Eve is nigh
As nature shares her secrets
Phantoms stir about
The harvest is in
The wheel of time holds its breath
Hallows Eve is near
Will O’ Wisps create their fun
Facing winter’s sleep
Visits from beyond
The veil is getting weaker
Ghosts set in motion
The frost has arrived
Darkness falls before our eyes
Hounds of the Hunt roar
Huntsman’s horn echoes
Isle of the Dead is free
Odin’s Hunt is here
The air full of fear
To survive the Wild Hunt
Spirits we offer
A pint or fifth
Courage to face all your fears
Spirits of all kinds