I told the crows what you did
Weaving spells of entangled ivy in a leafy grid
Croaks of a murder, clacking of beaks
Keen to peck out your eyes
Alive with the seeds of vengeance
I beckon the blood moon to rise
Live through me, Magdalena
Thorn apple to sharpen my beak
Henbane to unfold my wings
Belladonna enhances the curses I speak
Ritual in the halls of green
Imbued with the forces of the forest queen
As I draw arrows from her quiver
What once was lost shall grow again
Serpents slither up my spine from root to divine
Serpents slither up my spine
Serpents slither up my spine
Born and devoured, consumed and reborn
As the cycle renews, I become a mesh of sharpened thorns
Plotting revenge from root to divine, the horny and the horned
Under the blood moon meet the witches' dawn
I am lust, the boiling blood
I am the living flesh of ancient beasts
Deep in its belly smoldering embers
Deep in the wisdom of our wombs we remember
Serpents slither up my spine
From root to divine
In the halls of the mother forsworn
Meet the witches' dawn