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On coven heath I hear the distant voices
Dark disciples have now come for me

In the distance, see the torches shining
In the night, forever more I'll be

Magic circle, pointing fingers to the sky...
My, oh my!
Seven sisters in the stars before I die

Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Yeah!

Hearken closely, now the bell is chiming
Feel a chill, for it tolls for thee

Midnight mass, down in devil's valley
No one listens to your final pleas

Turning circles, people chanting, hear them cry...
Why, oh why?
Witches passing, spells are casting way on high

Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Yeah!

Hear the cry of the distant ages
See the wonder of the sages... of the sages
On the hillside rolling thunder...
Feel the magic pull you under... pull you under
Yeah!

Magic circle, pointing fingers to the sky...
My, oh my!
Seven sisters in the stars before I die

Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Sabbat stones!
Yeah!

Don't cry over the fallen (Sabbat stones!)
They wait for their time to arrive (Sabbat stones!)
Like sleep death is transition (Sabbat stones!)
Soon they will all be alive (Sabbat stones!)

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