Medieval Witchcraft

The night's awake cold haze all around

Darkness enshrouds the holy ground

Among the graves and the grey tombstars

Witches circle now is formed

They call for the dead

Calling for the realm

Where time is uring no more

Leaving from the past

To prevail man from it's final fall

The dawn slowly is merdering the night

Broken is the circle of fate

Witches return to unknown places to hide

Slowly's appearing the light of day

They flee from evil