On the first of May
Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts
In little boxes crucified
Bled and divined

When all the girls
Suckle beasts within their arms
Pact-bound familiars
Spill their guts on secrets spied

On Midsummer´s night
All true love is undisguised
In philtres foul by lasses cowled
Brewed and derived

Some fat of an unbaptized babe
A finger of a corpse
Dug up from the grave

Dating with Witchraft

And come the Fall
When the fires light the night
Summer´s love grown old and sad
Will die away

On Samhain´s eve
Blood of swine will wash them clean
From the memories good and bad
The spells of May

And for those still in dream
Summer´s green eternally
Stolen away by the Sidhe
Noone knows they´ve ever been

A tongue of a snake
The head of a dog
Ground mummy´s powder
Piss and snot

Dating with Witchcraft