In a dark clearing when the moon was bright and full
The witches of old would play the fool.
Dancing naked before their lord
Whipping their bodies with a cord.

The goat would stand and proudly observe
their evil acts, fully deserved.
Human sacrifice, acts so vile
their dark souls forever reviled.

Acts for them the power to bring
not realising the evil sting.
Damned forever, damned for all time
to lie forever in the slime.

Never to know the light of day
Never to know the true Lord’s day.
The Sabbath continues to this very day
those who dabble will surely pay.