In the ruins where the gods have slept
Through the myths where the forbidden wept
They gather near the ancient pines
Lost in the rituals of forgotten times

If you hear a mournful tune
In the light of the Israeli moon
Know it's the witches' distant call
In the shadows where the ancient spirits fall

In a country where the sparrows dance with the breeze
Where the moonlight slips through the ancient trees
There's a tale of purple witches, wild and free
In a land where the lost souls wander endlessly

If you hear a whisper or a chilling scream
Know it's the witches living in your dream
With their robes and their secrets so deep
They conjure dreams while the world sleeps

And if you hear a gentle song from the ancient hills afar
Know it's the purple witches guiding from the evening star
In the hush of the twilight where the gods' old stories
keep
They weave their magic gently as the world falls fast asleep