Another moonrise, upon a darkened sky. The hour has come, for witches to fly. All across the land, rebellious spirits rise. Joining their brethren, honouring the wise…

Come on our nocturnal riding. Through forests of old. To the demoniac gathering. Where there is no gold…

Children of Nature, worshippers of the Moon. Beneath the stars, the ritual will be soon. Riding through forests, under sacred trees. Ignoring the laws, of the One that heavenly glees…

Come on our nocturnal riding. Through forests of old. To the demoniac gathering. Where there is no gold…

As wolves among sheep, we live in the dark. Spit at the cross, bear the devil’s mark. Our souls are free, as the spirits of the air. We ride tonight, away from “their” stare…

Come on our nocturnal riding. Through forests of old. To the demoniac gathering. Where there is no gold…