Pure, misled women, and Blackhearted whores -

All come and gone away. -

With Sigils and Stones I've broken other suitors' bones;

With Words I've drowned, crushed and maimed.

I have wandered through the Astral;

I have spoken with Demons in tongues.

With no fear in my heart, I have witnessed my Love's End,

Now I pray that some spells might be unsung.

Thus - List to my lips, young Mages,

Naive and ne'er dismayed,

But lock your lips and eyelids too

For she'll be born again!

She will ride the midnight wind,

Bringing fear, death and fire.

And things unseen that should not be -

Dare you not catch the Witch's ire.

Listen not long for her Siren's Call:

Her cold and hollow moan.

That, with rattling bones and old, carved Runestones,

She might depart before taking her toll!

She gallops through the blackest night, alone,

On a gray and bony horse.

With her smoldering torch and her glittering sword

She's coming 'round once more!

In that bleak, midnight hour when Hеr bells ring clear,

The moon shall shine bright and full.

If your blood holds bravery enough, then listen well! -

For the Witch's call!

She stands astride all Lovers, meek,

The blood and blade for Men to see,

But the pale flowers in her sanguine hair,

And her dark eyes, call to me!