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Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Head their call.
The candle burns an eerie glow,
As the cauldron bubbles and boils the witch’s brew,
The old gods ask for eternal vows.
Take a branch of the yew,
Wrap it with hawthorn,
And carve into it charms of protection,
For the banshee warns of a coming death.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
As the gods of life and death continue their eternal dance.
Lost in the dreams,
Caught in the weave of magic,
The magic of the fey lures you to your death.
Don’t consume the tea of nightshade,
Don’t break the circle.
The house of Baba Yaga is moving,
As the Dullahan rides off into the night.
The pages fade,
As the promise is broken.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call.
An endless cycle continues on,
A never-ending spell.
The dragons of fire and water,
Bring forth truth, wealth, and caution.
The druids practice,
The shamans speak,
The witches brew,
The sorceress weave,
The bards enthrall.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death,
For the hunter of fear and hatred comes.
Consume the fireweed,
Take a branch of yew and birch,
Sing a song of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Bless the sword of gold and iron,
Bejeweled with lapis lazuli and moonstone,
With diamonds born from fire.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call,
For the spirits walk among us;
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Head their call.
The candle burns an eerie glow,
As the cauldron bubbles and boils the witch’s brew,
The old gods ask for eternal vows.
Take a branch of the yew,
Wrap it with hawthorn,
And carve into it charms of protection,
For the banshee warns of a coming death.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
As the gods of life and death continue their eternal dance.
Lost in the dreams,
Caught in the weave of magic,
The magic of the fey lures you to your death.
Don’t consume the tea of nightshade,
Don’t break the circle.
The house of Baba Yaga is moving,
As the Dullahan rides off into the night.
The pages fade,
As the promise is broken.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call.
An endless cycle continues on,
A never-ending spell.
The dragons of fire and water,
Bring forth truth, wealth, and caution.
The druids practice,
The shamans speak,
The witches brew,
The sorceress weave,
The bards enthrall.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death,
For the hunter of fear and hatred comes.
Consume the fireweed,
Take a branch of yew and birch,
Sing a song of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Bless the sword of gold and iron,
Bejeweled with lapis lazuli and moonstone,
With diamonds born from fire.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call,
For the spirits walk among us;
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Head their call.
The candle burns an eerie glow,
As the cauldron bubbles and boils the witch’s brew,
The old gods ask for eternal vows.
Take a branch of the yew,
Wrap it with hawthorn,
And carve into it charms of protection,
For the banshee warns of a coming death.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
As the gods of life and death continue their eternal dance.
Lost in the dreams,
Caught in the weave of magic,
The magic of the fey lures you to your death.
Don’t consume the tea of nightshade,
Don’t break the circle.
The house of Baba Yaga is moving,
As the Dullahan rides off into the night.
The pages fade,
As the promise is broken.
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call.
An endless cycle continues on,
A never-ending spell.
The dragons of fire and water,
Bring forth truth, wealth, and caution.
The druids practice,
The shamans speak,
The witches brew,
The sorceress weave,
The bards enthrall.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
Beware the hemlock,
Don’t pluck the red poppies of endless sleep.
The fey folk warn of the dark,
The neighbors that seek your death,
For the hunter of fear and hatred comes.
Consume the fireweed,
Take a branch of yew and birch,
Sing a song of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Bless the sword of gold and iron,
Bejeweled with lapis lazuli and moonstone,
With diamonds born from fire.
Entangled by the nettle,
Silenced by the knife.
The cards fall scattered and reversed,
As it all comes crumbling down.
The bones disperse and dissolve into ash,
The runes speak,
The knots intertwine,
Don’t ignore the gods,
Head their call,
For the spirits walk among us;
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