(toil And Trouble) Of The Wayward Lyrics

"Of the Goat, you are and of his brand,"
They hiss with a convulsing hand,
"reverence to nature?
Your soul is damned!"

And what if I don't look to Heaven?
What then, will you apprehend
those resplendent as moon-children,
for the hallucinated coven that,
in ostensible paradisiacal eyes,
has odiously planned with

Double double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron, boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worms sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Ululating "embrace the light" absent of finesse
the energy of the night is what we harness,
and it is a beggarly sight to see
angst unable to interpret
(that which it can't understand).

So, what if I don't look to Heaven?
What then, shall you apprehend
those resplendent as moon-children,
for the hallucinated coven that,
in ostensible paradisiacal eyes,
has odiously planned with

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

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