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Flight to the BrockenIn the night there is a chill winter breeze.Full moon is rising, calling for them Gather in the night with the unholy light To entice all of the innocent ones. Chorus: Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight Come to me, come to me If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones Burnt at the stake you will be. Fly to my Broken together with me Facing the night and the ritual dance Throwing out all their magical chants Swearing allegiance to their own kind With blood on their hands from the innocent ones (Chorus) Fly away, high tonight, fly away, rise high above the sky Fly away, high tonight, fly away. Rhymes sung by the thunder tonight, come to me, come to me If you will fly tonight, away to my Brocken with the unholy ones Burnt at the stake you will be Fly to my Brocken together with me |