1. SEASON OF THE WITCHES

The moon is rising
Darkness torn apart
Far horizon
Firing the sparks
Flames are touching the sky
Then rolling out of sight
She's the first in the line
Awaiting the deadly stake

In the name of God
Her burning heart
Cries in the pureness of flames
The soul will not remain
Are You afraid?

You never know
You're gonna be the one
Who will take the prize
For the witch's cries, witch's cries

Season of the witches lasts

The day of judgment
All the curses cast
No one be survivor
No one be the last
The flames are reaching higher
And paint the moon in red
Another one in line
Sentenced to death

In the name of God
The burning heart
In the pureness of the flame
The soul will not remain
Are You afraid?

You never know
Standing in the crowd
Throwing first Your stone
Chosen one
Hunting has begun

Season of the witches lasts

In the name of God
The burning heart
Cries in the pureness of flames
The soul will not remain
In the name of God
The burning heart
In the pureness of the flame
The soul will not remain