I heard them calling At the witching hour, just before the dawn I had the feeling That I had heard their song somewhere before
Deep in the marrow That melody awoke something in me An ancient evil At once I knew I had to set it free
From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me
At the height of the summer On solstice eve I hear the call of the coven Calling to me
I tried to fight it Oh how I begged, I pleaded and I prayed But it was too late In a stupor, I was drawn toward the glade
Somnambulating I couldn’t tell what was real or a dream There in the clearing Skyclad, they were beckoning to me
From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me
At the height of the summer On solstice eve I hear the call of the coven Calling to me
Calling… calling… calling to me
So begins the Sabbath Witches whirling up into the sky I am their captive They will force me to conceive their demon child
From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me
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