domingo, fevereiro 06, 2011

The Witches of Uppsala

Deep in a winter's day
A day for meetings made
By gods forgotten,
By witches begotten
Bred out of dark dismay.

In the shortest day of the year
The valley is shrouded in fear
There by the lake
They congregate.
Hail!, for mischief is near!

From all o'er the country they come
They pass the big gate one by one
With crooked black hats
And sinister cats
The witches! And harm will be done.