Walpurgis Night

The time has come, the witches are ready tonight

On the hill, black sabbath, evil rite

They are descending on magical broomsticks

Riding on he-goats through the night

Come nearer, come nearer

You can't resist their might

At walpurgis night

All around you can smell a nasty, strange scent

They are making oils from the bodies of murdered infants

They're dancing 'round a hot, flickering fire

Mixing poison, singing cursed songs

Come nearer, come nearer

You can't resist their might

At walpurgis night

Warted feed are trembling the ground like and earthquake

They are making love, with broomsticks with rats and with snakes

Holding crazy orgies with the devil

Praying to the master of hell

Come nearer, come nearer

You can't resist their might

At walpurgis night