Текст (слова) песни: Equinox Ov The Gods - The Witches Rune
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew`d.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.
Harpier cries `Tis time, `tis time.
Round about the cauldron go; In the poison`d entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and night has thirty-one Swelter`d venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i` the charmed pot.
double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bouble.
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and toungue of dog, Adder`s fork and blind-worm`s sting, Lizard`s leg and owlet`s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bouble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches` mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravin`d salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digg`d i` the dark Liver of blaspheming Jew, Call of goat, and slips of yew Silver`d in the moon`s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar`s lips Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-deliver`d by a drab, Add thereto a tiger`s chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Coll it with baboon`s blood, Then the charm is firm and good.
O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share i` the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. open,locks, Whoever knocks!
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