Ballad of the Weird Sisters - Blood Ceremony

Outside the city walls

Where the darkest thickets grow

Returning home from foreign lands

We dreamt of our near homes

When at once we heard a-hissing

— was it a devil or a snake?

Had we heard the sounds of laughter

That dangerous women make?

Three hags our way stood staring

They beckoned us their way

We followed them along a hidden path

Towards their dwelling place

Inside a fire was burning

And a table had been laid

They offered us a strange brew

With a devil of a taste

My friend and I we had great thirst

We drank our cups bone dry

But stranger yet was the drink’s effect

«It's witchery!»

I cried

Eye of newt and mandrake root

The devil’s foot in brine

A fever-dream took hold of me

Souls danced before my eyes

My treachery, my wicked lusts

The many stolen wives

The souls of those whom I had wronged

Shared tales of my past crimes

Indeed, I was not all alone

To hear their strangled cries

My fellow and these sisters

Through this my guild surmised

And lo, I saw what must be done

For the gallows called my name

I’d cut its tongue under a demon sun

Yea, in good health I’d remain

In a flash I drew my dagger

And my fellow screamed with pain

Then I turned upon the sisters

To them I did the same

At once the room it filled with blood

And the horror of their cries

This night a murder banquet

A feast of ruined lives

Possessed were they with fortune’s gift

And yet they were surprised

Three sisters should have better known

Than to let this devil inside