In Solitude Witches Sabbath
Silent is the graveyard
So is the temple of god
Thirteen women gathered
In sisterhood of blood
Build now a circle, of fire!
And drink from your cups
Hail high the baphomet!
They discard their clothes
And naked they dance
With ancient spirits
In unearthly trance
Build now a circle, of fire!
And drink from your cups
Chorus:
It's the witches sabbath!
It's the witches sabbath!
It's the witches sabbath!
It's the witches sabbath!
The forces thrive
With fire in their eyes
Evoken firegods of ancient sinister might
Unseal the gateways!
To the womb of the night
Chorus:
It's the witches sabbath!
It's the witches sabbath!
It's the witches sabbath!
