Witches Chant their Spells (a poem)

The witches chant their spells
And we wallow in our private hells
We listen to tolling church bells
We wonder what compels us
To circle around the cauldron
And obey sinister doctrines

Witchcraft is not always evil
But it is in my little village
Our laws are quite medieval
And we have revoked privileges
Of the saints in the town square

We worship the Dark God
Our prince of darkness
We bow to him at the altar
No one will dare harm us
If they try, they will falter

This village is for witchcraft
Everyone in the area knows
Try to fight us and we will laugh
Then we will dispose of you
In the graveyard down below

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