Speeding through the woods, a woman dressed in white

She is the chosen one to sacrifice her life

To be the high-priestess of the new Satanic Order

She cannot deny the beckoning witches call!

The moon casts a pale grey light

On the cemetery stones

Five points of the pentagram join within the circle

Erupting in flames

As the forces of the dark devour her soul

Screams ring out through the night

Death's hand her final sight

Master of the blackest light

Summoner of storms, conjurer of wind and rain

Darkener of the sun

Fall and obey

And beware the curse of the Bewitcher

The Bewitcher

Oh! The Bewitcher!

A spell is cast, the wolf cries out

The hellgate opens wide

Master of the coven

Wearing the head of the goat

Commander of the Sabbat, they dance so feverishly

Naked ritual in the shadow

Of the throne of Baphomet