A Witch Is Born - The Vision Bleak

Three hags around a fire

Of ugliness unseen

In grim and murky mire

From cauldron rises steam

Murmuring weird rhymes

Into the winter night

Their laughter barks and chimes

Their reeky breath’s a blight

Their noses stir the brew

The nauseating stew

Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell

In the rhythm of this spell

Wing of bat and leg of toad

A brat shall be bestowed

A witch is born

A witch is born

Cauldron-born

A witch is born tonight

A witch is born

A witch is born tonight

A penerrating yell

A savage infant cry

The priest strikes the death knell

In the village nigh

Four hags around a fire

In the grim and murky mire

Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell

In the rhythm of this spell

Wing of bat and leg of toad

A brat shall be bestowed