Listen to me my darlin'
Don't be dismayed
But lock your doors and windows too
Cause she's coming round again
She will ride the midnight wind
She's bringing death and fire
And things unseen that should not be
Don't catch the witches ire
Oh don't catch the witches ire
Just listen for her sirens call
Her cold and hollow moan
And with rattling bones and old carved stones
She'll come and take her toll
She's riding through the night alone
On a grey and bony horse
With her burning torch and her glittering sword
She's coming round once more
Oh she's coming round once more
In the midnight hour when hеr bells ring clear
And the moon is bright and full
And if you're brave enough then listen well
For the witches call
She stands upon my cottage door
The blood and blade for me to see
But the flowers in her long black hair
And her dark eyes call to me
Oh her dark eyes call to me