On a Thursday by our custom, evening was falling needlessly.
Nothing as it seems, something's at play, clouds were falling to the ground.
Leaves were rustling, dogs were howling, warning of werewolves.
Here come the wicked fairies, the witches, the faiths and one druid.
Today's their day, the day of the fairies and witches, until dawn,
Starting their council, boiling potions in their pots,
Seeds and ants, herbs and nettles, all here - by their hands,
Love and dreams, hell and paradise, your faith written in your palm.
Oooh, your luck is great!
Oooh, no bad luck for you!
Don't believe anything you see, that's your destiny,
But if you want you can ask them, The Witches!
Today's their day, the day of the fairies and witches, until dawn,
Starting their council, boiling potions in their pots,
Seeds and ants, herbs and nettles, all here - by their hands,
Love and dreams, hell and paradise, your faith written in your palm.
Oooh, your luck is great!
Oooh, no bad luck for you!
Don't believe anything you see, that's your destiny,
But if you want you can ask them, The Witches!
The Witches!
The Witches!