Witches Gather

Incubus, succubus

Quaestio de strigibus

Wandering back, back in time oh what have you learnt?

Of all the blood that was spilled of all the witches burnt

Filth and greed, vicious deeds, the holy rise and fall

Killing in the name of the one who died for you all

Centuries, centuries the wait has been so long

Now you would expect intolerance to be gone

Still the ones who yearn for a sigh of relief to come

Are seen as outcast sinners, blasphemous unholy scum

Thirteen souls, the witches of the coven

Hiding in the shadows of the night

Blessed be their wombs without which we would not be

Born in freedom, bred to heal the world

Set to burn at the stake, the heartless witches bane

Sisters of free spirit, cursed to die in vain

Hammer crushed, blood gushed, skin was ripped apart

Devilment and church-beasts, butchers of the magical arts

Nightshade cloves, hemlock groves, the cauldron starts to boil

One-two double trouble, one-two double toil

Wool of bat, owl's claw of wolf the tooth, the gulf and maw

They lived as living scarecrows and that's all what we recall

Unclouded souls, the witches of the coven

Dancing naked on the sabbat night

Blessed be their hearts without which we would not love

Born in freedom, bred to heal the world

On a broomstick they fly before sunrise

Persecuted, with fear hunted down

On a brommstick they run away from their homes- their own homes

Fly away from this natural born chaos

To a hidden place for the weak and diverse

I watch them with pity

In the darkness

See the fire that burns away

See. It slowly fades away

Breathing in darkness, walking in darkness

We won't be living another day

The witches still gather round a circle of fire

Together side by side, under the starlit sky

The witches will gather and their spirits will fly

Together side by side, in the middle of the night

I ride! I ride with them in a circle of fire

Beyond... Save me, save me!

What's bad to all of you is good, so good, to a little few

Watch out' cause they are going to burn you, burn in hell!

Carman- white queen of evil

Dub- the darkness

Dother- black daughter of evil

Dian- the violence

The sea of blood is running

All the pain of the innocent will remain

The moon high above is watching and prayinh and showing her love

Like a star deep in the night, she'll start to shiver and will look so bright

And the day will fade like a stream that is dying

There won't be any circle of stones, nor magical rites no more

We tried to come, we wanted to show you the goodness of the stars of the moon

But you failed miserably and we paid

We paid, we paid