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 stone
Days and night has thirty-one
Swelter`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 gulf
Of the ravin`d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg`d i` the dark
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Call of goat, and slips of yew
Silver`d in the moon`s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar`s lips
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-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!