Coven - Black Sabbath lyrics

They journeyed far to Brocken Mountain pinnacle A gathering of dread, an awesome spectacle Each in his hand, a candle of black Their faces grave, a d**hlike mask The prince a**umed the person of the goat Reigning upon his throne distant and far remote The cauldrons boiled as the fires burned The deep'ning shadows, two figures turned Bubbling pots of ungents and potions Flames revealing the obscene motions Old hags murmur in evil ranting! Voices grow louder and join in the chanting Infants' flesh they did offer For the prince to devour Covens join, all combine Powers strong, thoughts align If witchcraft all the fools condemn It turns around and crushes them When good has been twisted When good has been k**ed Then love is resisted and blood will be spilled Accursed ye'll be! From toes to eyes! Accursed ye'll be! Until ye dies!