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Intro
00:40
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Witches' Sabbath
05:56
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Sacrifice and ritual murder
The coven beckons
Worshipping the black goat
On his ceremonial throne
Desecrated crucifix
A smell of burning flesh
The unholy offering
A witches’ sabbath
The black mass
Under a darkened sky
A circle of blasphemy and sodom
Ave, Satana
Desecrated crucifix
A smell of burning flesh
The unholy offering
A witches’ sabbath
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Mandragora
03:41
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In lore of ancient times, a herb of sacred wonder
Dwells in the night and shade with poison fruit of ochre
A potent medicine brewed under a full moon
A charm or talisman brings love and good fortune
We gather in ritual
Pay heed to the spirit world
For so strong is this power
The creature will scarper
We harvest at midnight
For it glows in the moonlight
Come unearth this mandrake
With an ivory stake
Mandragora
Most magic, shining treasure of earth's flora
Mandragora
It’s cry will be the last thing that you’ll ever hear
And when they drag it from the ground it starts to yell
A sound so terrible that many men have fell
Then we shall bind it in a rope of hemp manilla
Humanoid limbs beneath the surface twitch and quiver
Mandragora
Most magic, shining treasure of earth's flora
Mandragora
It’s cry will be the last thing that you’ll ever hear
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Knightingales
06:12
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In ancient verse, the elders taught me well
These rival hymns that I must quell
For to succumb is an unwanted fate
By any that participate
Groundlings hear us in the canopy
Endless battles kill off the weak
They think we sing just to pass the time
They know not of the victors prize
Sing for Ostara with all of my might
Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight
Fifteen days of song
Now that winters gone
Sing til I feel it
Spring goddess beams down from the heavens bright
Triple goddess watches us at night
Our patrons choose the one who will preside
As the symbol of Eastertide
To what length will I go to make them see
That I’m strong and I’m the one that they seek
I don’t care that life dwells below me
It’s so close, I better sing for…
…Ostara with all of my might
Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight
Fifteen days of song
Now that winters gone
Sing til I feel it
The chosen drops below our tree top lair
Beak and feather, now the great hare
A transformation, this entwined beast
Brings rainbow treasure to find and feast
To what length will I go to make them see
That I’m strong and I’m the one that they seek
I don’t care that life dwells below me
It’s so close, I better sing for…
…Ostara with all of my might
Sing for the maiden, it’s my deadly plight
Fifteen days of song
Now that winters gone
Sing til my last breath…
I die for Ostara, I don’t have the might
I die for the maiden, I’ve lost the fight
Fifteen days of song
Have been and gone
Sing til I feel it slip away
Ostara
The maiden
Oh, mother
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Tell me have you been
Through a clearing in the trees
A place of holy mystery
Creatures lead to slaughter
At the sacrificial altar
Such fun for all the family
Who dwells there all alone
Amongst the sacred stone
An ornamental human being
This folly is the home
Of a living garden gnome
A life so very solitary
He's waiting
In the shadows
For you to arrive
Come join him
At druids temple
You'll have a nice time
A magical delight
You'll marvel at the site
Of dreary tombs and symmetry
Step back into history
How can it be?
It’s not what it seems
Enduring winters cold and bleak
In this countryside retreat
To just exist is quite the feat
This folly is the home
Of a living garden gnome
Such dedicated pageantry
He's waiting
In the shadows
For you to arrive
Come join him
At druids temple
You'll have a nice time
He's waiting
In the shadows
Can he survive?
Tell me have you been
Through a clearing in the trees
A place of holy mystery
Creatures lead to slaughter
At the sacrificial altar
Such fun for all the family
He's waiting
In the shadows
For you to arrive
Come join him
At druids temple
You’ll have a nice time
He's waiting
In the shadows
Can he survive?
Come join him
At druids temple
You'll have a nice time
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Fly!
Who wanders the backroads at twilight
With a talloned creature of sky?
The falconer girl with the means
To control your mind while you dream
Eyes wide open
Enchanted by the notion
She might kill you with a glance
And as the bundle smolders,
She taps you on the shoulder
Then takes you by the hand
Child of a dead forest witch
Her bird riding high on her fist
The village hearsay is cruel
For those that don’t play by the rules
Conform, or feel their wrath
But she don’t care, she walks her own path, yeah
Eyes wide open
Enchanted by the notion
She’s too wild for any man
And as the flame burns hotter
The forest witch’s daughter
Lets go of your hand.
Child of a dead forest witch
Her bird riding high on her fist
Strange, touched, peculiar thing
She gets her magic from the kestrels wings
Blooms, leaves, pods and seeds
Marks a trail wherever she leads
Strange, touched, peculiar thing
She gets her magic from the kestrels wings
Blooms, leaves, pods and seeds
Marks a trail wherever she leads
Drives you wild
This forest child
Fly!
Child of a dead forest witch
Her bird riding high on her fist
Child of a dead forest witch
With a bird riding high on her
Bird riding high on her
Bird riding high on her fist
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