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The moon is full, the hour is near

The witche's are coming

With screamings filling the air

In dark up stairs

Skeletons bright, alchimists,

Hermits and maniacs

All are here, the celebration

Is up to begin

Chorus: witche's sabbath (3x)

All the forest is bewitched

With black magic around

All the dead and the damned

Get up from the ground

The bats flew, blood spills

Fire in the trees

Axe prepared, a virgin tied

Her head rolls at my feet