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.