In The deep forest
Beyond the morbid silence of trees
The witches make the circle
Made of fire and blood
The full moon rise in a distant sky
Is the beggining of the ritual
Fire,water,wind and stone
With dagger in hands the witches pray
Creatures of night
Spectres of dark
They are devil in desguise
in the circle of blood
The maiden scream for mercy
And the devil smiles
Ringing the bells of midnight
Freezing the souls of those who hear it
The thunder roar behind the clouds
in silent the last scream
Around the flame the circle remains
through the night the witches dance