Gather here all ye witches
Here your sisters cry
There is somebody that I wish would die
They caused me great pain
Great pain in my youth
This is why I call upon my sisters to spill out the truth
Yes I am in agony, the pain it will not cease
I want the one who did this, to suffer if you please
Gather around me brothers, warlocks powerful and strong
Please ring out the vengeance spell and chant your wicked songs
The pot is ready and boiling over
The ingredients are at the helm
Ready to be stirred with the powers sent from the darkest realms
Here is an eye of evil
A toad foot and some flax
A vile of baby blood and a ruby dressed in wax
Here is some boiled candy to make the vengeance sweet
And with a chunk of lead and graveyard dirt the spell is near complete
I stir the mixture, I stir it well
I stir with all the forces of darkness and of Hell
I add a little tincture of Angelica root
And from the cauldron fire, some ashes and some wood
There completes the vengeance spell
Now chant brothers and sisters, chant for Hell
You have crossed our sister
Who was a mild child
You caused her pain and grief
Until it sent her wild
You turned a good heart bad
With your evil deeds
Now with Hell by her side
You will surely grieve
Father of Hell unite with us your loyal folk
And douse her enemies with viles of poisoned yolk
Drown their soul in agony and despair
Make the vengeance sweet
And make it also fair
We hum an ancient tune
That will gather all our verve
We stir the pot
With the life that you deserve
Feel the power of the darkness
Feel it biting through
For we have had enough of the very likes of you
Here ye dark angels sing
The bell of vengeance ring
Oh ye witches sing
Here comes the wicked king
All ye darkest powers
Grow and grow and grow
Fill this soul with sorrow, fill it with woe
Oh ye ancient powers
Here our calls
Devour this enemy
Help us with their fall
The spell is done
