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Witches and ghosts, cheerfully close the circle.
Soon our master will be with us here!
We're looking for him because of our horrible crimes.
We need his advice.
Shunning the light, at midnight when only fear and malice are awake,
we sneak into the gloomy chasm by moonlight.
I hear snakes and vipers hissing, will-o'-the-wisps flickering,
newts, toads, black cats, goblins, witches, cheerfully close the circle!
Owls and eagles shriek! Come and join the merry dance!
Shunning the light, at midnight when only fear and malice are awake,
we sneak into the gloomy chasm by moonlight.
Witches and ghosts, cheerfully close the circle.
Soon our master will be with us here!
Come and join the merry dance, owls and eagles shriek!
The Master draws near, pristine in the firelight.
The one here, who already has fallen into our service,
asks our leave to briefly walk among the free people.
By the power of all evil, I swear to you to keep my word.
But get away from here, because one of the victims will soon arrive!
Softly, by the moonlight, flee into the ground!
A thousand crevices and fissures can hide us!
Let us sit down there and brood until the hour of midnight sounds.
Softly, by the moonlight, flee into the ground!
Ha! Still an entire day. That's a long time.
Two victims are certain, and the third…
The third will be found easily enough.
What pleasure!
What pleasure, from beautiful eyes on a blissfully quivering,
flowering bosom, to suck new life with a kiss!
What pleasure, with loving caress, with lascivious courage,
to sip the sweetest blood from red lips, like the sap of roses!
And when the burning thirst is quenched,
and when the blood flows out of the heart…
And when they groan full of terror, what delight! What pleasure!
Through their blood, new courage grows in me.
Their death throes are new life!
Poor dear, pale as the snow, your heart must have been hurting!
Ah, once I felt the pain of their fear in my own warm heart,
which heaven created with such feeling.
Don't remind me with these sounds,
which so insolently mock heaven!
I understand your call!
What pleasure, from beautiful eyes on a blissfully quivering,
flowering bosom, to suck new life with a kiss!
What pleasure, with loving caress, with lascivious courage,
to sip the sweetest blood from red lips, like the sap of roses!
And when the burning thirst is quenched,
and when the blood flows out of the heart…
And when they groan full of terror, what delight! What pleasure!