moment of their birth [Chorus] Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna [repeat] Darksome night and shining moon, East, then south, then west, then north Hearken to a Wytches
Lifeless life, sleepless sleep Under the stony sky of day my flesh shall keep Summer's heat shall never be missed Hecate's bliss has kissed these cool
of their birth (Chorus) Isis Astarte Diana Hecate Demeter Kali Inanna (repeat) Darksome night and shining moon, East, then south, then west, then north Hearken to a Wytches
Come join with us in our rune tonight And feel the circle spin Let your spirit soar in the lunar light As the Spiral Dance begins Come with us speeding
A distant shriek breaks the quiet night Night creatures turn their their ears Skyclad figures ride enchanted steeds Chasing on at breakneck speeds Can
Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate Demeter, Kali, Inanna
Come join with us in our rune tonight And feel the circle spin Let your spirit soar in the lunar light
Übersetzung: Sukkubus Inkubus. Wytches.
: A rhythm stirs within the earth That tells all nature of a birth A return to light, return to life And lead us from this darkest night God of the Sun
: Sleep well, my Love Sleep while the night sky weaves her spell Sleep without pain Sleep though I yearn to have you near me The flames of all you were
: He comes as a darkened knight Upon the raging storm And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn He comes as a leveller to make one and all the
: You're laying on your bed on a hot summer night Underneath the lunar light I am a dream I am a phantom of desire Call out my, call out my name Call
: To the shores of the wild lands Come the Christian men With the word of their Lord God And the plagues of another world To take your pride and give
: Can you hear the forest sing? On a breath of damiana it calls his name Seduced by his spirit once again Cloven hooves beat upon the earth He comes
: Forget not the days of old And recall the stories told Of the burnings and the screams Do they ever haunt your dreams? There was a time when freedom
: The bloom of youth Shone from her lovely face A rose against her skin Would not seem out of place This silent succubi Had men enrapt in dreams Such
