It's a biting, bitter, cold September night You'd be wise to stay in bed The market square is dead The wind dies down and we know that it's midnight The moon lights the streets we walk The air comes alive For tonight is our time And it's magic For tonight is our time We've come to settle the score We're making serious black magic We tingle with the power of the night You'd be wise to lock your door The call rings out once more Come children! Heed your mistress It is midnight! There's blood on the streets that we walk And nothing seems real anymore For tonight is our time And it's magic For tonight is our time We've come to settle the score We're making serious black magic For fifty years of torture Five and five score more For all those years in torment Let my vengeance lift your soul We're making serious black magic