Through the darkness witches fly
although I think I see no broom
Spreading plaque across the sky

their mist is drawing down the moon
Council gathers in the hall
to pray before their first trial.

Can you hear the church bell toll?
Or will you cover your ears?
Staring with their empty eyes

from the circle witches rise.
Now they learn to live in fear
Flesh will burn

and evil spells are broken again.

Everywhere I look itÃ?'s the same old story

Devil has his cunning ways to lure you
Always choose the right hand turn and honour
Nail the sinners down with your boot on their face

Right!
Our time will come at the end of the days
We hold the iron cross above the Goat of Mendes

Vision must be served in the old-fashioned way
Brotherhood in red, wonÃ?'t you ride with me?