Here we go to the Sabbat, girl,
To Sabbat we will fly.
The moon will rise in the eastern sky
The witches all will whirl
About the maypole, dancing 'round
And deep into the wood
Without a shoe and without a hood
But with a gay and a laughing sound.
Tonight the balefire blazes bright
And maidens leap from bush to tree
While young men follow, running free
'Til dawn appears with a golden light.
Be with me now, my darling one,
Run madly down to the darkened glen
And stay with me 'til it's day again
Then greet with me the morning sun.
We cannot know, we cannot say
Nor can we guess what tomorrow brings
Be it wonderful or fearful things, 
But tonight is Sabbat, tonight we play.