XXXIII (Backstage Versions)

Moonlight whispers through the night In the shadows Witches take flight Cackling laughter Casting spells Brewing potions in their secret cells Spellbound eyes A wicked gleam Through the forest They begin to scheme Round the cauldron Flames burn high As they chant and let their powers fly Under the moon Their magic calls Fire and brimstone within their halls Black cats stalking Familiars by their side As they ride the broomsticks through the night Spellbound eyes A wicked gleam Through the forest They begin to scheme Round the cauldron Flames burn high As they chant and let their powers fly Under the moon Their magic calls Fire and brimstone within their halls Black cats stalking Familiars by their side As they ride the broomsticks through the night Under the moon Their magic calls Fire and brimstone within their halls Black cats stalking Familiars by their side As they ride the broomsticks through the night