Samhain Chant for the Dead by Wesley Lowe Sunday, May 12, 2002 Magic of Samhain dreams, Spirits of mystical north, O’ guardian of earth, heed our prayers Throughout this rite, come forth. As the stars crown your brow, This song of wicca ye hear, Open the gates that our loved ones may pass And our words draw them near. Magic of Samhain dreams, Spirits of mystical east, O’ guardian of air, heed our prayers At behest of wiccan priest. As on wings of warding ye soar This song of wicca ye hear, Open the gates that our loved ones may pass And our words draw them near. Magic of Samhain dreams, Spirits of mystical south, O’ guardian of flame, heed our prayers And spare us lengths of drouth. As your touch warms our souls This song of wicca ye hear, Open the gates that our loved ones may pass And our words draw them near. Magic of Samhain dreams, Spirits of mystical west, O’ guardian of water, heed our prayers And deem we sisters blessed. As your rushing rivers flow This song of wicca ye hear Open the gates that our loved ones may pass And our words draw them near.