Witching Hour
Oh me oh my the clock strokes mid of night
Time for the sisters to have some wiccan delight.
It is known as the witching hour
Oh Blessed Be ...feel their powers!
They call upon the powers of earth
To show that they are of worth.
Air, Fire, Water, Earth and Spirit
They know Christians won't hear it.
Their hands thrown up to the skies
As they chant and give their cries
Hoping to get the Goddess's answer
As one they move and appear a dancer.
Hear their delightful pleas
Now they are on their kness.
Oh the wind is picking up
As they drink from their cup.
The rain does now shower
For the Wiccans doth this devour
This very display of their Power
After all this is the Witching Hour.
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