A gathering at night   A knock-knock on the door   Dressed in a red cloak   Her eyes gleaming with delight   The moment she's been waiting for   finally arrived   Sister's waiting for her   While the stars are shining bright      Incubus and succubus   The evil foe has cursed on us   The Demons rise on Hallowmass   Oh, this devilishness...      A plague came over us again   striking down my fellow-men   The priest became a scatterbrain   My word for it, Mister!      The churchyard it came tumbling down   The king of kings: A brainless clown   The prior stuck in the eiderdown   and I had to witness!      The piper played a dancing tune   and all came out on Harvest Moon   Altars staying unillumed   and women sinister!      Now she's awake   Dancing in the firelight   The dragon's call resounds   The serpent's kiss ignites   The fire of love   The dawning of a new day   Oh, sister of the night   You're the light of the world      Spellbound they're screaming in the street   How could we fall? Oh, this defeat...   The ruthless on the losing streak   We are so wasted!      So stupid that we did not see   How all those things should really be   The eyesore of humanity   a flawed mastermind!      What once seemed apprehensible   has turned into dispensible   because of being nonsensical   We should have been basted!      But now we've come to realize   the senselessness of alibis   and squander of self-sacrifice   so deaf, dull and blind!      We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the weavers, we are the web   We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the witches back from the dead      See me, I am life   and it's your birthright   to walk proud and strong   Come dance with the tide   We've been there before   And we shall return   for now and evermore   now and evermore...      We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the weavers, we are the web   We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the witches back from the dead      Up on the hill she peers   down by the sea she waits   Her sisters gathering by her side   until disturbance dies   It was another case of   self-fulfilling prophecy   Those faithful believers   submerging in their agony      Did they really think their deeds   justified abysmal greed   ignoring all the human needs   A ploy of indulgence!      Insane with egomania   vampires from Transylvania   spiritual pyromania   ashes to ashes...      Obsessed with their morbidity   the morons of stupidity   caused nothing but sheer faggery   A lack of common sense!      Their madness turned to matricide   religious sort of cyanide   We salute your suicide:   Your kingdom crashes!      We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the weavers, we are the web   We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the witches back from the dead      We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the weavers, we are the web   We are the flow, we are the ebb   We are the witches back from the dead