Sabbatical goat
Grows wonderful, ever starlight
Nude witches drift
Nodding off to the hiss of Horus
In the forest trees
Milk given from our mother
Old voices in the shadow
Flowers blooming in the elder trees
Strike hammer down
Upon the filth of modernity
Risen off the ground
Wild eyed and full of plenty
O', coven, dream
Only caress I've well desired
In the circle of power
Drawing down the moonlight magick
Sabbatical goat
Grows wonderful, ever starlight
Nude witches drift
Nodding off to the hiss of Horus
