Outside the city walls Where the darkest thickets grow Returning home from foreign lands We dreamt of our near homes When at once we heard a-hissing - was it a devil or a snake? Had we heard the sounds of laughter That dangerous women make?
Three hags our way stood staring They beckoned us their way We followed them along a hidden path Towards their dwelling place Inside a fire was burning And a table had been laid They offered us a strange brew With a devil of a taste
My friend and I we had great thirst We drank our cups bone dry But stranger yet was the drink's effect "It's witchery!" I cried Eye of newt and mandrake root The devil's foot in brine A fever-dream took hold of me Souls danced before my eyes
My treachery, my wicked lusts The many stolen wives The souls of those whom I had wronged Shared tales of my past crimes Indeed, I was not all alone To hear their strangled cries My fellow and these sisters Through this my guild surmised
And lo, I saw what must be done For the gallows called my name I'd cut its tongue under a demon sun Yea, in good health I'd remain In a flash I drew my dagger And my fellow screamed with pain Then I turned upon the sisters To them I did the same
At once the room it filled with blood And the horror of their cries This night a murder banquet A feast of ruined lives Possessed were they with fortune's gift And yet they were surprised Three sisters should have better known Than to let this devil insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
