Every day comes and every day falls
With the feint burning whisper of the Witches tongue
In the silent woods in the deepest deep,
In the coldest forest where Evil sleeps
There a cauldron boils upon the cursed soil
And a full moon gazes with a glistening eye
A spell is cast with no more witches to burn,
After the king and his men have raped the fruits of this Earth
Let the lunch mobs come, release the hounds of war
Take the side of The One who turned your babes into whores
With the tongue of a frog and the eyes of shrew
The blood of a goat, She makes this nasty brew
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never put the world back together again
With the taste from its tongue all knowing Great Old One
Shall spew forth the fires that will cleanse once more
It is the same
Above and below
It is the same
And I am tired, of all the lies and the games
The puzzle is fraught with many dangerous ways
The root of all laughter, the root of all sin
It stirs from a deeper darker fire within
But I am so tired of this burden we bare,
The wine of The Son is the poison we share
Yet I will night rest through the heat of the night
Until skin turns to ash in the forbidden light
12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew,
A spell has been cast to turn things vile and wicked
The impiety and greed that makes the mortar of men;
The ships sailing faster until the edge of the end
12 Winter Moons Comes the Witches Brew,
A spell has been cast to turn things vile and wicked
When the moon is full and Saturn calls to his children
The folly of men will be unmade til the last
Gaia, your beauty ravaged by a plague, feeble and unworthy
Master of Masters, why have you abandoned the beasts of Khem?
To regress?
Lords of The Cycles show me the way;
Guide me to the path I dare not stray