The time is nigh the storm is near
A death-knell ringing in my ear
The blood of sleep is on our hands
We turn to stone and make amends
Serpent tongues are whispering of deeds of blackest night
That spawn in deepest consequence but blood-drenched chaos and
Despair infests my voiceless prayers
As cold grey morn calls moving woods unto my sight
The time is nigh
We must decide
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire, burn and, cauldron, bubble
The game is over none have won
Ambition, power, all is gone
‘Tis time to say blow wind, come wrack
And die with harness on our back