As the night falls and the moon rises in the sky.
The spirits of the land come forth to roam.
For our plane has now become their domain.

We open our homes to those who have passed.
Let them wander, let them roam.
Lay down an offering, so they know they are welcomed.

Have no fear and take a peek behind the veil,
And spend the night in the company of specters.
For this is the night when spirits once again wander the land.