The children sing songs and endless tales
Of the woman with wondrous abilities
Who speaks to those who cannot be seen
Nor heard by hopeless believers 
She disappears into the darkness of the forest

To make her ends meet with the Dealer
Who bestowed her with such power and magic
The townsfolk condemn her seemingly devilish behavior
And pour the power of holy water and foolish prayers
Onto her contaminated form created by her Master
Who is neither human nor mechanical creature
But possesses a chamber of infinite, deadly sins
That It injects into every being from dusk till dawn
And while the devotees of The One Above chant praises
And continuously ask for forgiveness and mercy
The beautified wiccan gathers His loyal worshippers
To celebrate that their time has come
To cleanse the world of their godly rituals
And let the victims embrace that the season of the witch has arrived