the season of the witch is autumn long weird silence falls upon the throng they smoke black drugs from saturn s bong and blast our minds with evil songs i see witches in the sky flying toward the quaalude eye visions of light from the demons sun goat headed serfs drink to this dawn a strange vintage brewed in casks oblong in a perfumed black mass with reptile gongs i see witches in the sky flying toward the quaalude eye i see witches in the sky flying toward the quaalude eye i see witches in the sky flying toward the quaalude eye 