“Let me tell ya old story about Wolves and a Witch!
All magic words uttered had to be:
-Three here, two, and two here-
Spin twice over and a circle of power in ground to complete
Whistle, yes! And the Seven will arrive to serve for thee”

Why I have felt so despised
From hand to hand?
Treated so bad
Misery, my given name

Seventh of seven
Omen of somber destiny
Into Dark Crafts she was born and met
With Old Mistress
Bequeathed the forces to bewitch
And avenge all the scorn and pain

Wrapped in her cloak
The ancient ritual of cruelty begins
They are here to obey
Around in circles
Of frantic need, desire and death
Eager now to hunt for their prey

Why I have felt so despised
From hand to hand?
Treated so bad
Misery, my given name
Time for you to suffer
In your cold flesh and bones
I’ll encourage now
All the forces of the occult!

She’s the dreaded one
The Holy Office finally after her
A trial of Divine
Guilty as charged
A torment of two hundred whips
To pay for her sins and misery

The mist of morning fades
She’s not here
And nobody knows where…
Legend now tells
She’s in the forest
Running free among the Seven

Why I have felt so despised
From hand to hand?
Treated so bad
Misery, my given name
Time for you to suffer
In your cold flesh and bones
I’ll encourage now
All the forces of the occult!