When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning or in rain?
When the sun falls from the sky, we stand beneath these trees so high
And talk with spirits through the fire
When we stand around these stones, verses read in ancient tongue
When the day gives way to night, and darkest shadows block the light
Their daughters will become our brides
Wailing cries ring from the darkness
Procession of witches
Dark. In darkness we fly
We have come to show you the night...
When the sun falls from the sky, we stand beneath these trees so high
And talk with spirits through the fire
When we stand around these stones, verses read in ancient tongue
When the day gives way to night, and darkest shadows block the light
Their daughters will become our brides
Wailing cries ring from the darkness
Procession of witches
Dark. In darkness we fly
We have come to show you the night...
( Eliminator )
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