Witches Sabbath (In Solitude)

Silent is the graveyard So is the temple of god Thirteen women gathered In sisterhood of blood Build now a circle, of fire! And drink from your cups Hail high the baphomet! They discard their clothes And naked they dance With ancient spirits In unearthly trance Build now a circle, of fire! And drink from your cups It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath! The forces thrive With fire in their eyes Evoken firegods of ancient sinister might Unseal the gateways! To the womb of the night It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath! It's the witches sabbath!