On the first of May 

Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts 

In little boxes crucified 

Bled and divined 



When all the girls 

Suckle beasts within their arms 

Pact-bound familiars 

Spill their guts on secrets spied 



On Midsummer´s night 

All true love is undisguised 

In philtres foul by lasses cowled 

Brewed and derived 



Some fat of an unbaptized babe 

A finger of a corpse 

Dug up from the grave 



Dating with Witchraft 



And come the Fall 

When the fires light the night 

Summer´s love grown old and sad 

Will die away 



On Samhain´s eve 

Blood of swine will wash them clean 

From the memories good and bad 

The spells of May 



And for those still in dream 

Summer´s green eternally 

Stolen away by the Sidhe 

Noone knows they´ve ever been 



A tongue of a snake 

The head of a dog 

Ground mummy´s powder 

Piss and snot 



Dating with Witchcraft