Stirring the Cauldron - Whiplash

The moon is full one dark evil night

A blood curdling chill perilous fight

The fog is thick the clouds set in

A twist of fate a night of sin

The howl of the wolf a dark evil power

Creeps down your spine it’s the witching hour

The minute you fall to the hands of the flame

Evil will take its course, it’s all over

The wicked witch’s mission is through

Once the bubbling brew has tasted you

The eye of newt and fang of bat