Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair? Gather sisters; fire, water, earth and air. Darkest hour, wake thy power, earthly and divine. Burn and brew with coven true and glory shall be thine. Marching ever forward, 'neath the wooded shrine. I stray not from the path, I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side. If one bе gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide. The road is wild and wicked, winding through the wood. Where all that's wrong is right and all that's bad is good. Through many miles of tricks and trials we'll wander high and low. Tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches' road. Circle sewn with fate. Unlock thy hidden gate.
(style of Kestutis Kasparavicius, PT[WPM])
![Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair? Gather sisters; fire, water, earth and air. Darkest hour, wake thy power, earthly and divine. Burn and brew with coven true and glory shall be thine. Marching ever forward, 'neath the wooded shrine. I stray not from the path, I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight, familiar by thy side. If one bе gone, we carry on, spirit as our guide. The road is wild and wicked, winding through the wood. Where all that's wrong is right and all that's bad is good. Through many miles of tricks and trials we'll wander high and low. Tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches' road. Circle sewn with fate. Unlock thy hidden gate.
(style of Kestutis Kasparavicius, PT[WPM])](https://image.tensorartassets.com/cdn-cgi/image/anim=true,plain=false,w=2048,f=jpeg,q=85/posts/images/766329149219566863/2abdc95c-0591-4071-a48a-55f998f7815c.png)