Witch from pixabay
The curse of a thousand years is upon you
The wretched will demise
Slowly your lineage falters
Because of your every lie
And witches cast their spells on you
They stir the magic in their pot
And I will rescue not one of you
Because you deserve the lot
Oh yes you wicked thing, wicked things shall come to you
For like attracts like within the witches stew
And slowly it shall burn your soul and terror it will thrive
Because you crossed an evil witch and now she’ll destroy your life
So slowly she will stir the pot, so the brew is ready
The spell shall come so slowly, so slowly and so steady
And you will realise what you’ve done, when it’s far too late
But now the spell it has been cast, the witch has sealed your fate
