Season of the witches they have gathered on the hill For the kill, for the kill for the rite of sacrifice In their minds they are right the blood must flow tonight They believe they'll receive the gift of life itself
Flames are burning high
All are they are servants of the fallen one He who turned away turned away from light
They are witches, witches of the magic Witches of black magic
In the darkness there's presence it's a calling and a sign He is here fell the fear hanging in the air And the flesh feed the flame so unholy yet divine And the fire in their eyes slowly fade and die
Flames are burning high
All are here they are servants of the fallen one He who turned away turned away from light
[Repeat chorus]
The flames are rising higher up this pagan rite of sacrifice Makes your blood turn to ice Their naked body's bathe in blood illuminated by the moon They know he will come soon
Have you seen the witches dance? In the night by an open fire And their bodies move to the fiddle's tune For a single night each year
All are here they are servants of the fallen one He who turned away turned away from light
[Repeat chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
