Eh I By - The Witch Lyrics

There is a woman, a powerful witch
Holder of tomes, and voodoo dolls stitched.
Her hair's like smoke, her eyes like flame,
And the wind itself whispers her name.

She brews her potions under moonlight's gleam,
In a cauldron thick with magic and steam.
With herbs and stones, and a silver spoon,
She stirs her spells by the light of the moon.

She's a Witch, bringer of blight,
Casting her spells in the pale moonlight.
With a wave of her hand, the stars align,
Her magic's ancient, dark, and enshrined.

She speaks the arcane, her words a drawl
With spell and hex the Witch rules them all.
Her power's fierce, her cackle a plea,
Her potions and brews filled with mystery.

She dances with shadows, laughs with the wind,
A friend to the fox, the owl, and monstrous kin.
In whispered tones, her power flows,
From the chants and incantations she knows.

They say she rides a broom on the breeze,
Through haunted woods and ghostly trees.
With staff in hand and clothing corvine
A figure of darkness, with magic she rhymes.

She's a Witch, bringer of blight,
Casting her spells in the pale moonlight.
With a wave of her hand, the stars align,
Her magic's ancient, dark, and enshrined.

She speaks the arcane, her words a drawl
With spell and hex the Witch rules them all.
Her power's fierce, her cackle a plea,
Her potions and brews filled with mystery.

Some call her cursed, some call her wise,
With knowledge deep as the blackened skies.
Her secrets kept in whispered words,
A song that only the night has heard.

She's a Witch, bringer of blight,
Casting her spells in the pale moonlight.
With a wave of her hand, the stars align,
Her magic's ancient, dark, and enshrined.

She speaks the arcane, her words a drawl
With spell and hex the Witch rules them all.
Her power's fierce, her cackle a plea,
Her potions and brews filled with mystery.

So if you see her, stay quiet and still,
The Witch bends to no will.
The hag, the mistress, the wiccan,
With her arrival our heart does quicken.