Día de los Muertos

The night ignites, the candles glow
Sombras rise where cold winds blow
Marigolds burn in golden streams
Calling the spirits from their dreams

Painted skulls and silent prayers
Whispers echo through the air
Pan de muerto on the stone
Baila con los que ya se fueron

Día de los Muertos — dance with the dead
Thunder roaring where the spirits tread
Sing for the lost, for the love we knew
Nunca se han ido — they walk with you

Skeletons march through the midnight square
Trumpets flare through the autumn air
Cantamos fuerte, let them hear
La muerte baila — and we have no fear

Día de los Muertos — hearts ignite
Trumpets blazing in the night
Voices of the past shine through
Nunca se han ido — they dance with you

Whispers drifting through the veil
Old guitars and paper sails
Susurran nombres en el viento
Ancient souls, their one last canto

Día de los Muertos — raise the flame
Call the spirits by their name
Life and death will meet anew
Nunca se han ido — they walk with you

Candles dying, dawn draws near
Still their laughter lingers here
We honor all who came before
Día de los Muertos forevermore