A strange voice within his mindFrom the glowing orb in his handSpoke of the properties of certain herbsGrowing wild all across this land
Three witches you shall meetAlong the road to your fateThe first at twilight, the second at night,And the third at the coming of day
Inhaling deeply of the sacred smokeSlipping in between the worldsHe beheld a living column of lightAnd it sang to him without a word
Three witches you shall meetUpon the path to your fateThe first will love you, the second will deceive you,And the third will show you the way
Draw back your arrow and let it flyMay your aim be straight and trueRemember all that you have been toldAnd there might be some hope for you
Three witches you shall meetAlong the road to your fateThe first is twilight, the second is night,
And the third is the coming of day
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