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