| See them dancing in the night, in the night
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| Circle around a bright bonfire
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| Behold the scenes of witchery, witchery
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| Unravel before me
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| I can hear their endless screams, endless screams
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| Calling in my wildest dreams
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| Their calls remain a mystery, mystery unknown to me
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| Unfolding signs send shivers down my spine
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| There’s a summoning at night
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| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright
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| I feel deranged with strange affright
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| I can hear them every night
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| With every dream they come alive
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| Falling down to the waking hours, waking hours
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| I can still hear distant howls
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| The perspiration on my brow, on my brow
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| All dawns on me now
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| And so the hours pass on by, pass on by
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| Another day long gone somehow
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| And in the hours of twilight, twilight it’s all coming back
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| Unfolding signs send shivers down my spine
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| There’s a summoning at night
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| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright
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| I feel deranged with strange affright
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| I can hear them every night
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| With every dream they come alive
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| There’s a summoning at night
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| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright
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| I feel deranged with strange affright
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| I can hear them every night
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| With every dream they come alive
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| There’s a summoning at night
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| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright
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| I feel deranged with strange affright
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| I can hear them every night
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| With every dream they come alive
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| I can hear them night after night |