Hexcraft - Serpent Noir

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf

Look deep into the cauldron

And smell the dreamland mist

A shadow on the hedge

A mare upon your chest

The night is riding on the back of day

Forever for all time, married to Pan

Dressed in black, kissed bay blood

Dance backwards daughters of Hel

You are sister of fate weaving the web

You give birth to life and devour by death

The weyward Sisters, hand in hand

The black rose is your gate

To The Great Unknown

Cast the spell, hold the broom

Drink the brew from The Devils pole

You bear the Mark of Cain

You are one of the damned

Excommunicated, persecuted, denied

But rise as a Phoenix when burnt at a stake

Cross your enemy with their own hammer

Those who burned you will burn

Forever, for all time, child of Satan

Succubus for your beloved

But Night mare for some

A mistress of Henbane on the top of the Brocken

Kiss the Goat, raise the horns

Empty the cup, Mandragoras child

You are a shadow on the hedge

A Mare in the Hunt

When the night riding on the back of day