Songtext von Witches' Sabbath

In composing the light that comes from the fire Into the darkness of the forest A worship is celebrated Dark passions are revealed While innocents are sent Anointing of the fat of its victims Everyone recognizes your lord! Under the Moon of blood Chants are sung Scattered in shadows Figures dance crazy Between superstition and fear Wickedness gains form of desire Rites and incantations are professed Pagan gods are venerated The master of ceremonies screams Invokes the being of his worship Rite to the Moon The devil himself Under the Moon of blood Chants are sung Scattered in shadows Figures dance crazy Women of all ages undress Linked to a secret pact They indulge in an orgy With almost religious worship A night flight of witches without souls Servants of the fifth column A peeping glance watches The perdition of humanity By the cold touch of pain, despair and fantasy Under the Moon of blood Chants are sung Scattered in shadows Figures dance crazy