On the bone tree the fiddle knob
Plays for us again
Black wings, black shadows
Dance with me the dance of the rats
The night groans heavily in the wind
Soon our work will be finished
Whatever your longing, what your pleading
Shall come about through magical power
Three times we have to say it
Three times we have to dare
Three times we say it Words
The magic gate opens
I need your blood
Your hair, an herb
Then the elixir is brewed
That makes our wishes come true
Then the miracle is accomplished

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