The Witches Concoction
Warlocks, witches, round they go,
Deadly secrets in their know.
Snaggle tooth of a tauros,
Bathed in phlegm from an old crones lung,
Welted web of a spidren,
Lurking in a Cyclops liver,
Lolling tongue of a coldfang,
Pierced with bolts from Frankenstein,
Poisonous drool from a killer unicorn,
Floating in a drunken sailor's dregs,
Dried blood of a stormwing,
A crust on his captor's mouth,
A poisoned Basilisks heart,
Pickled in a blind mans blood.
A broom stick in it's splintered form,
Propped by a cauldron, gathering warmth.
Prophecies, omens, so they go,
Those who confide in us beware of woe
A deathly rasp of a Banshee,
Forever haunting temple walls,
Deadly breath of a Wyvern,
Haunting a Mages thoughts,
In your nightmares, in your mind,
Sink from your consciousness, or we'll cease to be kind.
A broomstick in its splintered form,
Propped by a cauldron gathering warmth,
Prophecies, omens, and so they go,
Those who confide in us beware of woe.
Warlocks, witches, round they go,
Deadly secrets in their know.
Snaggle tooth of a tauros,
Bathed in phlegm from an old crones lung,
Welted web of a spidren,
Lurking in a Cyclops liver,
Lolling tongue of a coldfang,
Pierced with bolts from Frankenstein,
Poisonous drool from a killer unicorn,
Floating in a drunken sailor's dregs,
Dried blood of a stormwing,
A crust on his captor's mouth,
A poisoned Basilisks heart,
Pickled in a blind mans blood.
A broom stick in it's splintered form,
Propped by a cauldron, gathering warmth.
Prophecies, omens, so they go,
Those who confide in us beware of woe
A deathly rasp of a Banshee,
Forever haunting temple walls,
Deadly breath of a Wyvern,
Haunting a Mages thoughts,
In your nightmares, in your mind,
Sink from your consciousness, or we'll cease to be kind.
A broomstick in its splintered form,
Propped by a cauldron gathering warmth,
Prophecies, omens, and so they go,
Those who confide in us beware of woe.