"Wytche's Faire"

 O' breath O' fire en' ashen Stench
thy Flesh has come to rest
To all Tomorrows no more to see
this Night ye drink the Cup

 .. Come to the path - ore the barren Trees
Beneathe the Gable ends
Come let us dance the Night away
- the Wytches' Faire

Unto the Noose ye step n give
thy binded Bones to break
the Fire is lit! the Smoke is free
therein thy Spirits flee

Come to the path ore the garland Wreaths
Beneathe the Gable ends

Come let us dance n burn in Flame

- the Wytches' Faire

Hither these Stones to cast en sing
A Song - thy words of Sticks
O' morrow shall hail the parting Breeze
therein thy Souls to leave

Drezeeal, Rhaihjak, Cyourdne', Gadrehne' Evuile' Ma'dazne
..Fureiil spra turrtistejam - etrekadrev aj. .

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