Council of Ten

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 honor

Nail the sinners down with your boot on their face

Right

Our time will come at the end of the 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?

Right