Thirteen cultists
Held a secret meeting
Bringing powers of the darkness
Upon those who opposed them
The cheif of the circle
Known as Malchius
Drank the blood of a young baby
Offered unto him
They danced ecstatically
The orgied frantically
The demon had arisen
From the circle on the floor
The chanting was much louder
And more piercing than before
They are seven
They are seven
Seven are they
Out of the abyss they rise
When day sinks into darkness
Seven are they
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross
Soon a certain family
Living in the village
Would die one by one by
The curse of the cult
The head of the family
A witchhunter named Mead
Had burned their leadser at the stake
Soon he'd regret his deed
Pain from Devil's we evoke
Thirst and suffer til he'd choked
The magic did take over
And the soul did feel the roar
Incantations were much louder
And more piercing than before
Born in the bowels of the hills
Evil ones sources of ills
Setters of unseen snares
Death to all pity all prayers
Male they are not
Female they are not
No wives have they known
No children begot
The fiends they are seven
Disturbers of heaven
They are seven
They are seven
Seven they are
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross
Thirteen cultists
Held a secret meeting
Bringing powers of the darkness
Upon those who opposed them
The cheif of the circle
Known as Malchius
Drank the blood of a young baby
Offered unto him
They danced ecstatically
The orgied frantically
The demon had arisen
From the circle on the floor
The chanting was much louder
And more piercing than before
They are seven
They are seven
Seven are they
Out of the abyss they rise
When day sinks into darkness
Seven are they
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross
Soon a certain family
Living in the village
Would die one by one by
The curse of the cult
The head of the family
A witchhunter named Mead
Had burned their leadser at the stake
Soon he'd regret his deed
Pain from Devil's we evoke
Thirst and suffer til he'd choked
The magic did take over
And the soul did feel the roar
Incantations were much louder
And more piercing than before
Born in the bowels of the hills
Evil ones sources of ills
Setters of unseen snares
Death to all pity all prayers
Male they are not
Female they are not
No wives have they known
No children begot
The fiends they are seven
Disturbers of heaven
They are seven
They are seven
Seven they are
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross
Thirteen cultists
Held a secret meeting
Bringing powers of the darkness
Upon those who opposed them
The cheif of the circle
Known as Malchius
Drank the blood of a young baby
Offered unto him
They danced ecstatically
The orgied frantically
The demon had arisen
From the circle on the floor
The chanting was much louder
And more piercing than before
They are seven
They are seven
Seven are they
Out of the abyss they rise
When day sinks into darkness
Seven are they
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross
Soon a certain family
Living in the village
Would die one by one by
The curse of the cult
The head of the family
A witchhunter named Mead
Had burned their leadser at the stake
Soon he'd regret his deed
Pain from Devil's we evoke
Thirst and suffer til he'd choked
The magic did take over
And the soul did feel the roar
Incantations were much louder
And more piercing than before
Born in the bowels of the hills
Evil ones sources of ills
Setters of unseen snares
Death to all pity all prayers
Male they are not
Female they are not
No wives have they known
No children begot
The fiends they are seven
Disturbers of heaven
They are seven
They are seven
Seven they are
Coven in charing cross
Coven in charing cross