• Written By: Mackenzie/Walker/Cavanagh/Craig

In the fields once green and gold
Where the summer's breeze was bold
A supercell rages and roils
Swirling vortex
A bubble boils
Witchcraft
So upon one sable morn when the moon does wane and die
A ragged coven convenes performing incantation nigh
Witchcraft
Taxidermy with eyes of fire
Chanting songs above the lyre
Miasma of hair and bile hangs heavy with the mother's ire
Witchcraft
Antlers shed ribbons of blood
Draped like thorns upon the brow
A crucifixion can end this squall
A bible burned with aerosol
Witchcraft

I call upon the blood-moon goddess for I have but one request
I've laid the altar
Charged the crystals
The circle, I have blessed
Witchcraft
The four elements are set
Septuple trigger fingers bleed
Oh horrors, my midnight god, what have you got in store for me?
Witchcraft

Fire flickered and danced with hues of orange, red and deep burnt blues
Snakes slither by, just out of sight
Lizard and bat take wing in the night
Around the fire, they circle slow and with locked minds a chant did grow
Timbers of oak with knots so tight bear witness to spells cast in the night

I am Beowulf
I am cat, black
Knock the candle from scripture stack
I bring justice at moment, right
Gila Monster, set alight
Witchcraft
Unleash a reptile thinking in terms of only lizard brain
And be not lucky enough to make any mistakes again
Witchcraft
Like a grenade in a fist, the air ignites, a bloody mist
Moon cycle shifting
Demon lifting
Beowulf, grifting ritualist
Witchcraft
Alas, the cat disrupts the prayer and turns it on meekest there
The tiny creature, a harmless skink, transforms into a mythic king
Witchcraft