| See them dancing in the night, in the night | 
| Circle around a bright bonfire | 
| Behold the scenes of witchery, witchery | 
| Unravel before me | 
| I can hear their endless screams, endless screams | 
| Calling in my wildest dreams | 
| Their calls remain a mystery, mystery unknown to me | 
| Unfolding signs send shivers down my spine | 
| There’s a summoning at night | 
| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright | 
| I feel deranged with strange affright | 
| I can hear them every night | 
| With every dream they come alive | 
| Falling down to the waking hours, waking hours | 
| I can still hear distant howls | 
| The perspiration on my brow, on my brow | 
| All dawns on me now | 
| And so the hours pass on by, pass on by | 
| Another day long gone somehow | 
| And in the hours of twilight, twilight it’s all coming back | 
| Unfolding signs send shivers down my spine | 
| There’s a summoning at night | 
| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright | 
| I feel deranged with strange affright | 
| I can hear them every night | 
| With every dream they come alive | 
| There’s a summoning at night | 
| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright | 
| I feel deranged with strange affright | 
| I can hear them every night | 
| With every dream they come alive | 
| There’s a summoning at night | 
| Around a bonfire, fierce and burning bright | 
| I feel deranged with strange affright | 
| I can hear them every night | 
| With every dream they come alive | 
| I can hear them night after night |