Procession of Witches Lyrics

When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning or in rain?
When the sun falls from the sky, we stand beneath these trees so high
And talk with spirits through the fire

When we stand around these stones, verses read in ancient tongue
When the day gives way to night, and darkest shadows block the light
Their daughters will become our brides

Wailing cries ring from the darkness
Procession of witches

Dark. In darkness we fly
We have come to show you the night...