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The time has come, the witches are ready tonight on the hill, black sabbath, evil rite they are descending on magical broomsticks riding on he-goats through the night |
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Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at walpurgis night |
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All around you can smell a nasty, strange scent they are making oils from the bodies of murdered infants they're dancing 'round a hot, flickering fire mixing poison, singing cursed songs |
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Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at walpurgis night |
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Warted feed are trembling the ground like and earthquake they are making love, with broomsticks with rats and with snakes holding crazy orgies with the devil praying to the master of hell |
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Come nearer, come nearer you can't resist their might at walpurgis night |
