Bloodbrew Sisters
Three pine boxes cracked beneath the frost Three hundred winters,
none of
it lost (shhh)
Black flame burning in the Salem mud
Three sisters hunting for the youthful blood
One holds the book,
one smells the air
One sings a lullaby to strip you bare
(run while you can) Run through the pines when the church bell
chimes
The eldest steps forward with the bound-skin tome
Dust falling heavy off the ancient stone
Eye in the leather,
watching every breath
Reading out the hexes turning bone to death
Candle
in the window,
salt across the floor
Locks turn to rust when she's outside the door
Turning innocence to smoke inside the pot
Take another year of youth before you rot
Second sister snarls, nose high in the gale
Catching every trembling heartbeat on the trail "I smell a child
hiding by the mill"
Tracks in the leaves where the night went still
She don't need a torch,
she can scent the fear
Warm blood pumping in the freezing air near
Claws in the dirt,
crawling low on the ridge Dragging small shadows underneath the covered bridge
(sniff) (we found you)
(Come little children, I'll take thee away)
The youngest sister hums,
sweet venom in the song
Follow through the bramble where the ghosts belong
Eyes go glazed, no struggle,
no scream
Walking to the cauldron in a frozen dream
Black flame burning in the Salem mud
Three sisters hunting for the youthful blood
One holds the book,
one smells the air
One sings a lullaby to strip you bare
Drink down the morning,
swallow up the years
Salem wakes up to an empty town of tears
Breath leaves the chest...
Skin smooth as dawn...
By the crow of dawn,
the coven is gone. (hahaha)