Incubus, succubus
Quaestio de strigibus
Wandering back, back in time oh what have you learnt?
Of all the blood that was spilled of all the witches burnt
Filth and greed, vicious deeds, the holy rise and fall
Killing in the name of the one who died for you all
Centuries, centuries the wait has been so long
Now you would expect intolerance to be gone
Still the ones who yearn for a sigh of relief to come
Are seen as outcast sinners, blasphemous unholy scum
Thirteen souls, the witches of the coven
Hiding in the shadows of the night
Blessed be their wombs without which we would not be
Born in freedom, bred to heal the world
Set to burn at the stake, the heartless witches bane
Sisters of free spirit, cursed to die in vain
Hammer crushed, blood gushed, skin was ripped apart
Devilment and church-beasts, butchers of the magical arts
Nightshade cloves, hemlock groves, the cauldron starts to boil
One-two double trouble, one-two double toil
Wool of bat, owl's claw of wolf the tooth, the gulf and maw
They lived as living scarecrows and that's all what we recall
Unclouded souls, the witches of the coven
Dancing naked on the sabbat night
Blessed be their hearts without which we would not love
Born in freedom, bred to heal the world
On a broomstick they fly before sunrise
Persecuted, with fear hunted down
On a brommstick they run away from their homes- their own homes
Fly away from this natural born chaos
To a hidden place for the weak and diverse
I watch them with pity
In the darkness
See the fire that burns away
See. It slowly fades away
Breathing in darkness, walking in darkness
We won't be living another day
The witches still gather round a circle of fire
Together side by side, under the starlit sky
The witches will gather and their spirits will fly
Together side by side, in the middle of the night
I ride! I ride with them in a circle of fire
Beyond... Save me, save me!
What's bad to all of you is good, so good, to a little few
Watch out' cause they are going to burn you, burn in hell!
Carman- white queen of evil
Dub- the darkness
Dother- black daughter of evil
Dian- the violence
The sea of blood is running
All the pain of the innocent will remain
The moon high above is watching and prayinh and showing her love
Like a star deep in the night, she'll start to shiver and will look so bright
And the day will fade like a stream that is dying
There won't be any circle of stones, nor magical rites no more
We tried to come, we wanted to show you the goodness of the stars of the moon
But you failed miserably and we paid
We paid, we paid
