Fairies emerge from within the flowers,

Dancing untill the early hours,

In the moonlight, the bright moonlight.

A coven of witches, one thousand strong,

Shall rise to power before too long,

In the moonlight, the cold moonlight.

Ghosts in the graveyard, whispers of the dead,

Silent wails, shaking their heads,

In the moonlight, the eerie moonlight.

And as I sit here, typing this out,

Trying to warn you all about

The spell of the moonlight, the supernatural moonlight,

They're coming.