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Wandered into the pitch black, buried in fall

Some cicada orchestra drown out the calls

In the distance there's a shimmer up through the pines

Fast approaching there to witness spirits entwined

Flames reach, they fly

Now you're alive

It's the night of the witch

It's the night of the witch

Draw the moon down

An enlightened chanting tribe from anyplace

Offering a vital signal mine to embrace

Beauty and a trace of evil they will adorn

Dishing out a proposition to be reborn

Flames reach, they fly

Now you're alive

It's the night of the witch

It's the night of the witch

Draw the moon down

It's the night of the witch

It's the night of the witch