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