1 Witch. Thrice the gasping Jew hath bawled.
2 Witch. Thrice and once, the gypsy wailed
3 Witch. Ss guard cries: - tis time! tis time!
1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;
Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble
Glowing embers and faggot hiss
Bloated belly and boiling piss,
Curdled vomit, a blind mans cane.
Eye of sinti, Slavic bane,
Tail of rat, and teeth of Jew
A piece of skin with ink tattoo
A mouth agape and quivering tongue
The sting of death, the victim stung
Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble
Into this pot we stir a stew
Of death, of hate, of death for you.
Death speaks to a wandering boy in the realms of the recently murdered
Boy is anybody there, can anybody help me?
Death I am Death.
Boy Where am I?
Death You are here.
Boy Where is here?
Death Here is now, here is darkness.
Boy Please sir, what have I done?
Death You were fucking born.
Boy I want my mother? Where is she?
Death She is fucking dead
Boy I dont understand?
Death It is not for you to understand, just to die and be forgotten.
Boy I want to go home.
Death You are home, you are fucking dead, everybody you know is fucking dead.
Boy No.
Death, I take this hollow chimney and whittle a flute from the oak riven ash, and cinders of men, women and children
Here is my song of death
I lay in a dreary open grave, chewing on a dandelion root
and the blood from the sod above drips into my mouth,
and the taste was of children dead,
Forever death bound we fall
lost in murder, a murdering haze
wrapped in wailing dread
of sackcloth and ash
upon a twilight dawn
