Through the darkness witches fly
The three mothers are coming soon
Spreading plague from the sky
Their mist is drawing down the moon
The council gathers in the hall
To pray before their first trial
Can you hear the church bell toll?
Or will you cover your ears?
Staring with their empty eyes
From the circle witches rise
Now they learn to live in fear
Flesh will burn
And evil spells are broken again
Everywhere I look it's the same old story
The devil has his cunning ways to lure you
Always choose the right hand turn and honour
Nail the sinners down with your boot in their face
Right!
Our time will come at the end of days
We hold the iron cross above the Goat of Mendes
Vision must be served in the old-fashioned way
Brotherhood in red, won't you ride with me? Ride!