The Blocksberg Rite - The Vision Bleak

Ooh, they gather in the mountains

Where rain falls not far to the ground

Among the primal fountains

And forests of silence profound

A secret glade elected

Between tall stony walls

From unbidden sights protected

The rite begins as dusk falls…

The full moon rises

Beyond the wooden crest

Fires ignite everywhere

For their highest guest

At his arrival the feast shall now unfold

The thirty-first of April as it is foretold

Demons ride the moonlit sky

Torches light their way up high

To unclose Walpurgis Night

In the feral mountainside

Witches of all age and kin

Give themself to lust and sin

Come as maiden — leave as bride

Satans’s joy — the Blocksberg Rite

As if in trance they revel

Dance through the nightly sphere

In honour of the Devil

Whom they all hold dear

At dawn it ends with a sudden turn

Witches dissappear — fires cease to burn

The sun on the horizon hail the mountain seam

Another year must pass til flames again shall gleam