October comes awake to weave its spell of ancient darkness on the morn
The eldritch sounds of autumn whisper soft as rumors of a wildling born
All about the forest creatures listen for a melody enthralling
We shall sing the ancient songs, for now at last October has come calling
Cast your spell about the scarlet oak, encircle thrice and thrice again
Spirits gathered here have come from far beyond the simple dreams of men
Dance within the hidden place and laugh to see the sacred tower falling
Remember well the ancient songs, for now at last October has come calling