The witches' brew boils full of bones
A coven born of the devil's throne
Children taken to fulfill dark spells
Ancient chants summon demons from hell
Steam and smoke fill the air with screams
Townspeople pray upon their knees
The cauldron spills full of tears and blood
Powdered eye of newt, feathers from black doves
A pinch of guilt, a dash of fear, virgin flesh and severed ears
As the cauldron starts to boil, hell's hounds stir from the soil
The final brew from which we feast
Bestows the power of the immortal beast