[Verse 1]
In the fields once green and gold
Where the summer's breeze was bold
A supercell rages and roils
Swirling vortex, a bubble boils
Witchcraft

[Verse 2]
So upon one sable morn
When the moon does wane and die
A ragged coven convenes
Performing incantations nigh
Witchcraft

[Verse 3]
Taxidermy with eyes of fire
Chanting songs above the lyre
Miasma of hair and bile
Hangs heavy with the mother's ire
Witchcraft

[Verse 4]
Antlers shed ribbons of blood
Draped like thorns upon the brow
A crucifixion can еnd this squall
A bible burned with aerosol
Witchcraft
Woo!
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