I heard them calling At witching hour, just before the dawn I had the feeling That I had heard their song somewhere before Deep in the marrow That melody awoke something in me An ancient evil At once I knew I had to set it free From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me At the height of the summer On solstice eve I hear the call of the coven Calling to me I tried to fight it Oh how I begged, I pleaded and I prayed But it was too late In a stupor I was drawn toward the glade Somnambulating I couldn't tell what was real or a dream There in the clearing Skyclad, they were beckoning to me From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me At the height of the summer On solstice eve I hear the call of the coven Calling to me Calling Calling Calling Calling to me Calling Calling Calling Calling to me So begins the Sabbath Witches whirling up into the sky I am their captive They will force me to conceive their demon child From the field and the furrows And from the trees I hear the call of the coven Calling to me At the height of the summer On solstice eve I hear the call of the coven Calling to me.