The Blocksberg Rite

Uh, they gather in the mountains
Where rain falls not far to the ground
Among the primal fountains
And forests of silence profound

A secret glade elected
'Tween tall stony walls
From unbidden sights protected
The rite begins as dusk falls...

The fullmoon rises
Beyond the wooden crest
Fires ignite everywhere
For their highest guest
At his arrival the feast shall now unfold
The thirtyfirst of April as it is foretold

Demons ride the moonlit sky
Torches light their way up high
To unclose walpurgis night
In the feral mountainside

Witches of all age and kin
Give themself to lust and sin
Come as maiden - leave as bride
Satans's joy - the blocksberg rite

As if in trance they revel
Dance through the nightly sphere
In honour of the devil
Whom they all hold dear

At dawn it ends with a sudden turn
Witches disappear - fires cease to burn
The sun on the horizon hail the mountain seam
Another year must pass till flames again shall gleam