A strange voice within his mindfrom the glowing orb in his handspoke of the properties of certain herbsgrowing wild all across this land
Three witches you shall meetalong the road to your fate
The first at twilight, the second at night,and the third at the coming of day
Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke
Slipping in between the worlds
He beheld a living column of lightand it sang to him without a word
Three witches you shall meetupon the path to your fate
The first will love you, the second will deceive you,and the third will show you the way
Draw back your arrow and let it fly
May your aim be straight and true
Remember all that you have been toldand there might be some hope for you
Three witches you shall meetalong the road to your fate
The first is twilight, the second is night,and the third is the coming of day