Witches' Sabbath

By fortunes luck, by fate, by chance
They welcome you to join the dance.

Figures twist and turn and sigh
And weave their rites 'neath smokey sky.

Their three eyed king with horned crown
Calls the rest from underground.

The days grow dark, the autumn leaves fall
As all souls gather at the witches' ball.

By fortunes luck, by fate, by chance
We welcome you to join the dance.

Happy Halloween.