When the moon is full
And the night is so bright
The glade gets crowded

On the top of a nearby hill

Beams of fire - cast long shadows

Harp and flute - make gloomy sounds
Music plays - hypnotic dance goes on
Subtle chants - made of many whispers


Rege Satanas
Gloria Satanas

Gratins Satanas

Vobisciu Satanas


Long hair weaving on the wind
Naked breasts so lasciuious

Enchanting twilight in the mist
Witches worship the devil at night


For these nocturnal pleasures
A stake awaits in the town square
Licked by the tongues of flame

They are uniting with the demons