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
is 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 teh witches dances