Instant conclusion, conspiracies.
Witches are plotting in a false warm breeze.
Laughter and whispers in East Anglia.
Devil's daughters together have no fear.

Down in the valley beside the river and lake, feelings of dread as three congregate.
Spewing pure evil from the belly of the beast.
As one they are Satan preparing their feast.

Slyly they smile before they take the souls of the fragile, just for evil's sake.
Ridiculing when threatened is their defence.
Small minds threatened by their ignorance.

Look into their eyes, what do you see?
The seven deadly sins of humanity? Manifestation of misery?
Uglyness dwells here like disease.

Step out of line it's a dark conclusion.
To be in control is their solution. Your intelligence, a bullet through their brains.
Their ignorance takes you down to their drains.

Can you hear the ghosts of the past in whispers?
Village tales of magic and mysteries. Down in the valley, hear it's awakening.
Three witches are laughing at me.

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