Be Witching, Crones

Be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost
from dry bones that haunt this long dead shayman,
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
 
While his lost soul in hell, imps, slowly roast,
hocus-pocus Alikazam, he's damned,
be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost...
 
The Greatest Wizard, that was their last boast,
Aji la Tara Tarajji, Shazam!
then, from his dead, boiled, skull sup bloody toasts,
 
Albus Dumbledore's weak spells failed the most
a Wizard? No! just a sad wraith of a man...
be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost
 
I, Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's betrothed,
Death Eater, host to this coven, long planned,
that from his dead, boiled, skull, drink bloody toasts,
 
As from our black-witches-sisterhood's throats
We chant, ghost raising spells, Alikazam!
Be witching, Crones, let spells spook out his ghost
Then, from his dead, boiled, skull drink bloody toasts...