Witches' Sabbath

In composing the light that comes from the fire
Into the darkness of the forest
A worship is celebrated
Dark passions are revealed
While innocents are sent

Anointing of the fat of its victims
Everyone recognizes your “lord” !

Under the Moon of blood
Chants are sung
Scattered in shadows
Figures dance crazy

Between superstition and fear
Wickedness gains form of desire
Rites and incantations are professed
Pagan gods are venerated
The master of ceremonies screams
Invokes the being of his worship
Rite to the Moon
The devil himself

Under the Moon of blood
Chants are sung
Scattered in shadows
Figures dance crazy

Women of all ages undress
Linked to a secret pact
They indulge in an orgy
With almost religious worship

A night flight of witches without souls
Servants of the fifth column
A peeping glance watches
The perdition of humanity
By the cold touch of pain, despair and fantasy

Under the Moon of blood
Chants are sung
Scattered in shadows
Figures dance crazy