Beyond the talender fields
past the turwood groves
Along the old verrs trail
near the babbling brook
under moons of pale
Tem wood trees they circle the round
where evening primrose can be found
coven join the dance of the moons
bodies sway and bodies swoon
he lay there blinded naked and bound
Staked securely to sacred ground
cant escape the ropes been tied
will he make it out alive....
Screaming rages on through the night
bleeding with no will left to fight
Clawing and tearing off their skins
howling when the dance begins
savage spears of panthers seek
the captives flesh is so weak
Each in turn will have their way reaping
till the light of day
Leaving trails of blood, sweat and fear
then after hes exchanged they just all disappear.