Track · Sep 21, 2026 · English
The Ancestral Feast
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Under the full moon, gather near
The old names rise when night is clear
[Verse 1]
Cloaks brush the heather, feet find the ground
A ring of black candles, a hush all around
The bonfire lifts sparks to the silver-lit sky
We call to the ones who have crossed by and by
[Pre-Chorus]
At the altar, bread and red wine
Salt on the stone, rowan by the pine
Every small flame, every whispered name
Opens the gate where memory came
[Chorus]
Come, ancestors, sit at our feast
Kin of the hearth, honored guest
Under the full moon, hear us proclaim
Your blood still runs in our hearts and our names
Come, ancestors, draw near the fire
Receive what we bring, receive our desire
On All Hallow’s Eve, beneath the bright sphere
The living remember, the beloved are here
[Verse 2]
Honey in a bowl and apples cut wide
Iron beside us, old charms at our side
Candles burn gold on the sacred altar
We raise every cup so the old songs don’t falter
[Pre-Chorus]
At the crossroads, no one stands lone
The dead find a welcome, the living find home
Through ash and ember, through smoke curling high
We trade our stories with those in the sky
[Chorus]
Come, ancestors, sit at our feast
Kin of the hearth, honored guest
Under the full moon, hear us proclaim
Your blood still runs in our hearts and our names
Come, ancestors, draw near the fire
Receive what we bring, receive our desire
On All Hallow’s Eve, beneath the bright sphere
The living remember, the beloved are here
[Bridge]
By oak and by river, by stone and by thorn
We honor the hands through which we were born
No grave is forgotten, no candle burns small
The old ones are listening beyond the wall
[Final Chorus]
Come, ancestors, sit at our feast
Kin of the hearth, honored guest
Under the full moon, hear us proclaim
Your blood still runs in our hearts and our names
Come, ancestors, draw near the fire
Receive what we bring, receive our desire
On All Hallow’s Eve, beneath the bright sphere
The living remember, the beloved are here
[Outro]
The candles grow quiet, the embers turn red
We carry your blessings, we carry the dead
When next moon is rising, our circle will meet
With bread on the altar and leaves at our feet
Style
celtic pagan folkritualistic circle-dance groovehand drums and bodhránframe drumslow droneancient wooden flutefiddleharpmodal minor melodywarm acoustic ensemblecrackling bonfire atmospherealternating intimate female lead and communal women’s chantgradual build from hushed invocation to powerful ancestral feast chorusorganic live-room productionspacious but earthy mixenglish
Prompt
witches gathering under the light of a full moon on all hallow Eves. A lit bonfire and With offerings Sacred altars and candle light feast on tribute to to the ancestors. Celtic
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etherealglowGeneratedSep 21, 2026
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