Flight to the Brocken

In the night there is a chill winter breeze.
Full moon is rising, calling for them
Gather in the night with the unholy light
To entice all of the innocent ones.

Chorus:
Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight
Come to me, come to me
If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones
Burnt at the stake you will be. Fly to my Broken together with me

Facing the night and the ritual dance
Throwing out all their magical chants
Swearing allegiance to their own kind
With blood on their hands from the innocent ones

(Chorus)

Fly away, high tonight, fly away, rise high above the sky
Fly away, high tonight, fly away.

Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight, come to me, come to me

If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones
Burnt at the stake you will be
Fly to my Brocken together with me