Over the moonlit sky, she flies…
Circle round, the Sabbat fires,
To dance with witches until sunrise.
–
Escaping mundane life, she lies…
What to say, should they inquire?
Over the moonlit sky she flies…
–
To sky-clad rites, hidden from spies.
Undetected, she aspires…
To dance with witches until sunrise.
–
A hood, her raven hair disguised,
With blood red lips and sapphire eyes.
Over the moonlit sky she flies…
–
As on magick besom, she rides,
Secreted away, she evades the pyre…
To dance with witches until sunrise.
–
Weaving her spell, she’ll realize
Her wildest dreams, ever higher
Over the moonlight sky she flies…
To dance with witches until sunrise.