Dance around these stones quite gray,
Call upon the end of day.
Bury deep the light sublime,
To grow back our tenacious vine.
Black on black our souls do wear,
Tangled about with lively hair.
Laughter bursts to draw saints in,
Down wicked steps and paths of sin.
Now it’s time for our mischievous fun,
You’ve found yourself ‘neath the Witch’s Thumb!