Be Witching Ye Crones.

Be witching ye crones  
for I've a mind to raise some dead,  
and dance rattling old bones  
beneath lamps made from boiled dead heads.  
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam    
grind eye of newt with wart of toad  
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!  
   
Fly off men, you succubus hags,  
let us make the grave to yawn,  
and vomit up some tattered rag  
engraved before their dead-day dawn.  
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam  
grind eye of newt with wart of toad  
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!  
   
To undead from rotting corpse    
magicked by our witchery,  
staked where old crossroads fork  
blood drained for Felo-de-see.  
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!  
grind eye of newt with wart of toad  
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!  
 
Bring vine to bind their severed bones    
blackthorn crutch to aid their dance,    
oaken drum to sound their moans    
into dark prophesizing chants.    
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam!      
grind eye of newt with wart of toad      
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam!  
   
Be witching ye crones  
for I've a mind to raise some dead,  
and dance rattling old bones  
beneath lamps of long boiled dead-heads.  
Hocus-Pocus AlakAzam,  
grind eye of newt with wart of toad  
Aji la Tara, Tarajji Shazam...