The moon is full, the hour is near
the witches are coming.
With screamings, filling the air
in the above darkness
skeletons bright Alchimists, hermits
And maniacs, All are here, the celebration -
Is up to begin

Witches Sabbat

All the forest is bewitched, with black magic around
All the Dead and the damned get up from the ground
the bats flew, blood spills, fire in the trees
Axe prepared, A virgin tied
Her head rolls at my feet

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