With their boiling black brew, witches
Imposed on their souls the devil's nature
They stir their cauldrons hot as
Curses emanate, filled with rot
Hallow's Eve, my friends, is a time to
Elude the sorceresses' fiery, bewitching dance
Sadistic retaliation they spout, prancing about
Blazing fires, frantic figures chant despicable rants
Regaling with each whirling turn, those they fear
Exorcising their hateful wishes upon an unwary
World