Witches of Black Magic

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

They are witches, witches of the magic

Witches of black magic

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

They are witches, witches of the magic

Witches of black magic