We witches three we witches three,

The night is ours we do decree.

Enchantresses of ancient lore,

We hex the trees and forest floor.

Antares, Antares hair aflame,

Thrice the power, in her name.

Moonlight skin and eyes of green,

Untested witch of seventeen.

Xantha, Xantha hair spun gold,

A soothsayer of sorts many extolled.

Rosebud lips and eyes of blue,

A child of witchery, one of few.

Sable, Sable raven-haired,

The hearts of men she hath ensnared.

Flecked with blood and cries of fear,

Sibel oh Sibel, why doth thou jeer?

Pentacle of old, waters of deep,

Protection around, assistance we seek.

Marry the veins, to this Earth.

Aid in this quest, gift us your worth.

Hidden away in clandestine dusk, 

Liquid Venus, scent of musk.

Steel needles, fiery pins,

Blue blood of a dead king’s sins.

Hear our pleas from Moon to Moon,

Dance with us we gently croon.

Converge thyself upon this site,

Forest howling, power of fright.

One by one and two by two,

Witches appear old and new.

The words we chant we harmonize,

We witches ten take to the skies 

This is the spell that we intone, 

Flesh to flesh and bone to bone.

Sinew to sinew and vein to vein,

An each one shall be whole again.

Witches we, will soon be free, 

This is our will, so mote it be.