Meet me at the witching tree when the clock strikes devil's hour
We'll dance under the full moon, to the wolves' howls
We'll sing the old tales of days long gone by and heroes long dead
We'll awake the gods, old and new, to pull them into our own circle
At dawn we vanish into the fog
We shatter away into the dark woods
Each of us on a different path
And we burn the earth as we go
And moss grows where we walked
We are gone
And so is the full moon
Til we meet again
At the witching tree when the clock strikes devil's hour
