Wandered into the pitch black, buried in fall
Some cicada orchestra, drown out the calls
In the distance there's a shimmer, up through the pines
Fast approaching there to witness, spirits entwined
Flames reach, they fly
Now you're alive
It's the night of the witch
It's the night of the witch
Draw the moon down
An enlightened chanting tribe, from anyplace
Offering a vital signal, mine to embrace
Beauty and a trace of evil, they will adorn
Dishing out a proposition, to bе reborn
Flames reach, thеy fly
Now you're alive
It's the night of the witch
It's the night of the witch
Draw the moon down
It's the night of the witch
It's the night of the witch