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In the night there is a chill winter breeze.

Full moon is rising, calling for them

Gather in the night with the unholy light

To entice all of the innocent ones.

Chorus:

Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight

Come to me, come to me

If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones

Burnt at the stake you will be.  Fly to my Broken together with me

Facing the night and the ritual dance

Throwing out all their magical chants

Swearing allegiance to their own kind

With blood on their hands from the innocent ones

(Chorus)

Fly away, high tonight, fly away, rise high above the sky

Fly away, high tonight, fly away.

Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight, come to me, come to me

If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones

Burnt at the stake you will be

Fly to my Brocken together with me