The fire burns low, October winds sigh
Whispers from the shadowed ground
Footsteps of the ones before
Moving softly, without a sound

A chill upon my shoulder blade
The veil is thin, the time is near
Ancient eyes in the darkness wait
Calling out from beyond the years

Can you feel them drawing near?
Their voices carried, soft and clear.

Between the worlds, I hear their names
Spoken soft in the drifting flames
Ancestors calling through the haze
Guiding me through this sacred maze

Lanterns flicker down the hollow lane
The scent of earth, of death, of rain
Old songs hum beneath the stone
Their wisdom carved into my bones

Through the mist their voices rise
A melody of truth and pain
Not to haunt, but to remind
That we are never lost in vain

Can you feel them drawing near?
Their voices carried, soft and clear.

Between the worlds, I hear their names
Spoken soft in the drifting flames
Ancestors calling through the haze
Guiding me through this sacred maze

Oh—carry me, carry me through
The silent dark where the old ones knew
The path of light, the path of bone
The place where all the lost come home

By river stones and ancient trees
The stories linger in the leaves
I walk the path my elders made
Their voices echo, never fade

Ash to ash and bone to bone
No one truly walks alone
Through whispered winds and candle’s gleam
They live within my every dream

Between the worlds, I hear their names
Spoken soft in the drifting flames
Ancestors calling through the haze
Guiding me through this sacred maze

Can you feel them drawing near?
Their voices carried, soft and clear.

Between the worlds, I hear their names
Spoken soft in the drifting flames
(Beyond the veil, I walk with you)

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