Lyrics A Witch Is Born - The Vision Bleak

A Witch Is Born

Three hags around a fire
Of ugliness unseen
In grim and murky mire
From cauldron rises steam
Murmuring weird rhymes
Into the winter night
Their laughter barks and chimes
Their reeky breath’s a blight
Their noses stir the brew
The nauseating stew
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell
In the rhythm of this spell
Wing of bat and leg of toad
A brat shall be bestowed
A witch is born
A witch is born
Cauldron-born
A witch is born tonight
A witch is born
A witch is born tonight
A penerrating yell
A savage infant cry
The priest strikes the death knell
In the village nigh
Four hags around a fire
In the grim and murky mire
Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell
In the rhythm of this spell
Wing of bat and leg of toad
A brat shall be bestowed