Surrounded by the night the wicked witch chants her spells
What she says as she mumbles aloud nobody on earth can tell
The room is dark and the smoke of the candles are extremely thick
She hurries with her magic work because it has to be done quick
She rocks back and forth, her silver chain rattles as she sways and spins
Her long hair, a mass of curls, slips from the silver clips they're in
The shadow of her slender body dance on the wall like her twin
Many rag dolls lay nearby, in their bodies are very sharp pins
Persperation glistens on her face and sprinkles like drizzle on everthing
Who is this voodoo woman and doesn't she know that her action is a sin?
This work began in her youth by her father whom she wanted to please
He taught her the rituals well so she continues her job with ease
Once her chants to the Spirits begin, she would die if she were to cease
The spirits would take her life and she would never have an ounce of peace
At the dawn of day, her chantings stops as her weary body falls to the floor
Her black magic spells have drained her strenght, her body can't go any more
copyrightŠ2006Irene
