The scent of nightshade flowing on the wind The kiss of henbane burning through their skin The mandragora shrieking o'er din The ceremonies of old now begin Night of the damnedUnder dark leaves Oh how they writheIn Ecstacy The sabbath wine flows freely tonight The gathered faithful writhe within their flight Shapes shift within lunar light Howl in despair and in delight Howling Howling Roaring in the Forest further out. . . Night of the damned Under dark leaves Oh how they writhe In Ecstacy!