Call of the Coven
I heard them calling
At witching hour, just before the dawn
I had the feeling
That I had heard their song somewhere before
Deep in the marrow
That melody awoke something in me
An ancient evil
At once I knew I had to set it free
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
I tried to fight it
Oh how I begged, I pleaded and I prayed
But it was too late
In a stupor I was drawn toward the glade
Somnambulating
I couldn't tell what was real or a dream
There in the clearing
Skyclad, they were beckoning to me
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling to me
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling to me
So begins the Sabbath
Witches whirling up into the sky
I am their captive
They will force me to conceive their demon child
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me.
At witching hour, just before the dawn
I had the feeling
That I had heard their song somewhere before
Deep in the marrow
That melody awoke something in me
An ancient evil
At once I knew I had to set it free
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
I tried to fight it
Oh how I begged, I pleaded and I prayed
But it was too late
In a stupor I was drawn toward the glade
Somnambulating
I couldn't tell what was real or a dream
There in the clearing
Skyclad, they were beckoning to me
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling to me
Calling
Calling
Calling
Calling to me
So begins the Sabbath
Witches whirling up into the sky
I am their captive
They will force me to conceive their demon child
From the field and the furrows
And from the trees
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me
At the height of the summer
On solstice eve
I hear the call of the coven
Calling to me.
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Writer(s): Tom Killingbeck, Scott Masson
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