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