[00:18.45]Season of the witches they have gathered on the hill[00:24.54]For the kill, for the kill for the rite of sacrifice[00:29.31]In their minds they are right the blood must flow tonight[00:35.46]They believe they'll receive the gift of life itself[00:42.39]Flames are burning high[00:51.57]All are they are servants of the fallen one[00:52.41]He who turned away turned away from light[01:08.28]They are witches, witches of the magic[01:09.24]Witches of black magic[01:15.72]In the darkness there's presence it's a calling and a sign[01:23.37]He is here fell the fear hanging in the air[01:28.23]And the flesh feed the flame so unholy yet divine[01:34.29]And the fire in their eyes slowly fade and die[01:41.46]Flames are burning high[01:42.39]All are here they are servants of the fallen one[01:50.64]He who turned away turned away from light[02:01.02][Repeat chorus][02:35.76]The flames are rising higher up this pagan rite of sacrifice[02:41.49]Makes your blood turn to ice[02:47.91]Their naked body's bathe in blood illuminated by the moon[02:56.34]They know he will come soon[03:12.69]Have you seen the witches dance?[03:15.03]In the night by an open fire[03:18.15]And their bodies move to the fiddle's tune[03:19.80]For a single night each year[03:20.79]All are here they are servants of the fallen one[03:58.20]He who turned away turned away from light[04:01.86][Repeat chorus]