Now get the torches burnin´
´Cos the season is returnin´
We´ll breathe the air of a thousand years
In the fog and the moon and the wind and the rain

It´s a pagan holiday
It´s a pagan holiday
It´s a pagan holiday

Well I see you wear a pentagram
We´ll put you on a family plan
We´re gonna take you to the standin´ stones
And burn you in the wicker man

The trinities are gettin´ ´round
But you can´t keep a good pagan down
Ye better mind yer teeth and treat them nice
Or you might wind up a sacrifice