The Coven

The dirt will be shoveled upon them

We will throw red roses on their cold coffin

We can see the skeletons in your closet

The town will know the witching hour has begun

Light the candles, the covens waiting for the one

Hear the bats scream the witch has arrived

The clock struck twelve the ritual is about to start

Grab the dagger and put it through his open heart

Make him see for that he is not a beast that is clear

Make him see the beast he has chosen to be

I see no man but a monster he is to me