The time has come, the witches are ready tonight
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on the hill, black sabbath, evil rite
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they are descending on magical broomsticks
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riding on he-goats through the night
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Come nearer, come nearer
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you can't resist their might
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at walpurgis night
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All around you can smell a nasty, strange scent
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they are making oils from the bodies of murdered infants
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they're dancing 'round a hot, flickering fire
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mixing poison, singing cursed songs
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Come nearer, come nearer
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you can't resist their might
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at walpurgis night
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Warted feed are trembling the ground like and earthquake
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they are making love, with broomsticks with rats and with snakes
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holding crazy orgies with the devil
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praying to the master of hell
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Come nearer, come nearer
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you can't resist their might
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at walpurgis night
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Walpurgis Night
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| Stormwitch |
