She saw the grim of it
In the eyes of an owl
The witch of the cauldron
Corpse limbs of love

She saw the slime of it
In the smoke of dreams
In the wings of a monstrous lizard

A horrible terror
Her deep cauldron, reek in new
And she see with her eyes
Which the fires looks through
Gathering ghosts and spirits
From her womb
With the blade of a knife
Doomed hands can take away her misery

She saw the grim of it
In the eyes of an owl
The witch of the cauldron
Corpse limbs of love

She saw the slime of it
In the smoke of dreams
In the wings of a monstrous lizard

He was a grin, haunted man
He wrote poems in blood
Feeding the streets with poison
And ripping and cutting her trough
Gathering ghosts and spirits
From her womb
With the blade of a knife
Doomed hands can take away her misery

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