A coven of two, three, or four,
Will see those draped in black.
A flash of pain, a numbing final act.
A final chance of salvation,
If you do not threaten.
A coven of five, sex, or seven,
Will see those draped in white.
A dark raven,
A clever fox,
A spark of insanity,
A flicker of fire.
But in the final acts of your last existing breath,
A man tempted by your soul,
Will have you gasping
And begging for death.
