The Witches Rune Lyrics
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.Round about the cauldron go;In the poison'd entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and night has thirty-oneSwelter'd venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bouble.Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and toungue of dog,Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bouble.Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulfOf the ravin'd salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg'd i' the darkLiver of blaspheming Jew,Call of goat, and slips of yewSilver'd in the moon's eclipse,Nose of Turk and Tartar's lipsFinger of birth-strangled babeDitch-deliver'd by a drab,Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,For the ingredients of our cauldron.Coll it with baboon's blood,Then the charm is firm and good.O well done! I commend your pains;And every one shall share i' the gains;And now about the cauldron sing,Live elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.open,locks,Whoever knocks!
Equinox Of The Gods The Witches Rune
