They journeyed far to Brocken Mountain pinnacle.
A gathering of dread,
Choke!
Choke!
Choke!
Devil's we evoke!
Thirst!
Thirst!
Thirst!
Suffer til
Thirteen cultists
Held a secret meeting,
Bringing powers of the darkness
Upon
In the book of Gideon I have read
That the hoarde
For unlawful carnal knowledge!
You look into her magic eyes.
She can
Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a
The farmer'd lost most all he had.
His crop had failed,
His portrait hanging, face betraying,
Wicked gleamin eyes of Satan.
Cast us
The white witch of Rose Hall,
The devil she could call.
Mother
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
She cuts a man's heart,
Making deep gashes.
She blazes
(Lambert-Potter, sung by Coven)Listen, children, to a storyThat was written
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