The time has come, the witches are ready tonight On the hill, Black Sabbath, evil rite They are descending on magical broomsticks Riding on he-goats through the night
Come nearer, come nearer You can't resist their might At walpurgis night
All around you can smell a nasty, strange scent They're making oils from the bodies of murdered infants They're dancing 'round a hot, flickering fire Mixing poison, singing cursed songs
Come nearer, come nearer You can't resist their might At walpurgis night
Warted feet are trembling the ground like an earthquake They're making love with broomsticks With rats and with snakes Holding crazy orgies with the dreadful Praying to the master of hell
Come nearer, come nearer You can't resist their might At Walpurgis night
