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THE WITCHES LAMENT( Hail to Thee)
Now that the moon is at its apex
And while it casts its silver sheen
A web of gossamer, a matrix forms
Upon this world of dreams,
And from the elsewhere of the darkness
Comes the angels of your fears,
Goddesses born from the blood of nightmares
The Queens of tragedy, Mothers of tears.
Hail to thee,
Great Queens of misery,
We bow before you
Too scared to kneel.
Yes hail to thee,
Our Queens and Witches,
We know that others
Think you are Bad Girls.
We evil spirits, stand before you
Dressed for battle, armed with sword,
We live for nothing, defend no honour
And serve no purpose, but your word.
And from the elsewhere amid the darkness
You are the angels of our fears,
Goddesses born from the blood of nightmares
Among the Bad Girls, you have no peers.
Hail to thee,
Great Queens of misery,
We bow before you
Too scared to kneel.
Yes hail to thee,
Our Queens, Our Witches,
We know that others
Think you are Bad Girls.
Hail two Queens,
Great misery to thee,
Before you bow, we
Scared you to kneel.
Yes hail to thee,
Our Queens, Our Witches,
We know another
Whose word brings richness.
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