14 October 2012
Clasp our hands together
Round and round the pot we go
Chant chant past the mornings time
Watch the flicker
Of our witches candle
Raise our hands still locked together
Raise our voice
We must be heard among the dead
Spin faster round the pot
Watch the goo transform
Bubbling and jumping
Trying to escape
Scream and crackle
Lightning flashes and thunder booms
Here we are witches three alike
Few come and never leave
Witches • Opuss № I