Текст песни Equinox Ov The Gods - The Witches Rune
Equinox Ov The Gods - The Witches Rune слова песни
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew`d.Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Harpier cries `Tis time, `tis time.Round about the cauldron go;In the poison`d entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and night has thirty-oneSwelter`d venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i` the charmed pot.double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bouble.Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and toungue of dog,Adder`s fork and blind-worm`s sting,Lizard`s leg and owlet`s wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bouble.Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches` mummy, maw and gulfOf the ravin`d salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg`d i` the darkLiver of blaspheming Jew,Call of goat, and slips of yewSilver`d in the moon`s eclipse,Nose of Turk and Tartar`s lipsFinger of birth-strangled babeDitch-deliver`d by a drab,Add thereto a tiger`s chaudron,For the ingredients of our cauldron.Coll it with baboon`s blood,Then the charm is firm and good.O well done! I commend your pains;And every one shall share i` the gains;And now about the cauldron sing,Live elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.open,locks,Whoever knocks!