[Instrumental]

Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery...

The chant echoes, swirling in the air,
Flickers of violet flame dance behind your eyes,
Like distant stars, bending time and space.

Witchery...

A hum, low and deep,
The stoned bore speaks in forgotten tongues,
Whispers drip from the ancient walls,
Their words linger, thick as smoke,
Curling around your thoughts,
Pulling you deeper into the haze.

Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery...

You find your calm,
Floating in the heavy stillness,
Where time unravels like threads from the tapestry of your mind.
Shadows twist into shapes, forms, and truths,
Witchery all around,
And within.

Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery,
Witchery!

WITCHERY!