The scent of nightshade flowing on the wind
The kiss of henbane burning through their skin
The mandragora shrieking o'er din
The ceremonies of old now begin
Night of the damnedUnder dark leaves
Oh how they writheIn Ecstacy
The sabbath wine flows freely tonight
The gathered faithful writhe within their flight
Shapes shift within lunar light
Howl in despair and in delight
Howling
Howling
Roaring in the Forest further out. . .
Night of the damned Under dark leaves
Oh how they writhe In Ecstacy!