The Witches Of Blue Hill

In the dark of night they gather round The witches and their power profound Mystic brews and ancient spells Their magic circles, where darkness dwells Black cats and broomsticks Potions (and) stone Gather round, let their magic be known Hear the cackle, feel the chill The witches of blue hill Beneath the roots of the old tree They chant and conjure, so wild and free Their cauldron bubbles, their eyes alight As they cast their spell into the night Black cats and broomsticks Potions (and) stone Gather round, let their magic be known Hear the cackle, feel the chill The witches of blue hill DANCE WITH THE WITCHES OF BLUE HILL BENEATH THE MOON LET THEIR POWER THRILL Their magic forever, stories to be told Witches of blue hill with power that is untold Dance with the witches DANCE WITH THE WITCHES OF BLUE HILL BENEATH THE MOON LET THEIR POWER THRILL DANCE WITH THE WITCHES OF BLUE HILL BENEATH THE MOON LET THEIR POWER THRILL