As the witches cast their spells under moonlight igniting Hell
As the bones of the ancients tremble awake
There are signs in you – of a grave mistake
You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
And now your suffering will start to spin
You won’t know when it will strike
But when it does, it does with a bite
And you will falter under this spell
As wicked things, drag you to Hell
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