A strange voice within his mind
From the floating orb in his hand
Spoke of the properties of certain herbs
Growing wild all across this land
Three witches you shall meet
Along the road to your fate
The first at twilight, the second at night
And the third at the coming of day
Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke
Slipping in between the worlds
He beheld a living column of light
And it sang to him without a word
Three witches you shall meet
Up on the path to your fate
The first will love you, the second will deceive you
And the third will show you the way
Draw back your arrow and let it fly
Let your aim be straight and true
Remember all that you have been told
And there might be some hope for you
Three witches you shall meet
Along the road to your fate
The first is twilight, the second is night
And the third is the coming of day
From the floating orb in his hand
Spoke of the properties of certain herbs
Growing wild all across this land
Three witches you shall meet
Along the road to your fate
The first at twilight, the second at night
And the third at the coming of day
Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke
Slipping in between the worlds
He beheld a living column of light
And it sang to him without a word
Three witches you shall meet
Up on the path to your fate
The first will love you, the second will deceive you
And the third will show you the way
Draw back your arrow and let it fly
Let your aim be straight and true
Remember all that you have been told
And there might be some hope for you
Three witches you shall meet
Along the road to your fate
The first is twilight, the second is night
And the third is the coming of day