On coven heath I hear the distant voices Dark disciples have now come for me In the distance, see the torches shining In the night, forever more I’ll be Magic circle, pointing fingers to the sky... My, oh my! Seven sisters in the stars before I die Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Yeah! Hearken closely, now the bell is chiming Feel a chill, for it tolls for thee Midnight mass, down in devil’s valley No one listens to your final pleas Turning circles, people chanting, hear them cry... Why, oh why? Witches passing, spells are casting way on high Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Yeah! Hear the cry of the distant ages See the wonder of the sages... of the sages On the hillside rolling thunder... Feel the magic pull you under... pull you under Yeah! Magic circle, pointing fingers to the sky... My, oh my! Seven sisters in the stars before I die Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Sabbat stones! Yeah! Don’t cry over the fallen (Sabbat stones!) They wait for their time to arrive (Sabbat stones!) Like sleep death is transition (Sabbat stones!) Soon they will all be alive (Sabbat stones!)