Witches Spell

Let it rain with lemon pepper
And clear it out with a heart of a heifer
At the sound of a bullets bang
And the cry of a stab from a wolf’s fang
With the burns of the scorching vinegar
As the ashes fall from the broken cigar

Pour down the waters from up above
As the sweet victory and mercy of love
Can hum a tune of his last days about
As soon as the light from the candle blows out

Watches as his enemy falls down
Knowing Macduff has won the crown
On the ground, Macbeth lays
Thinking about his savage days
For there’s no sympathy when the devil rejects
But the end to his life and beginning of death



(I'm going out on a limb here, the beginning is meant to be funny)