Ode to Eve
(White Witch Blues)

In times of darkened ages,
witches, sages, she was born again;
Black wolves howl from their cages,
memory rages of an ancient;
At night a seer reads,
warnings heed of an evil;
Stone statues start to bleed,
spirits freed, beasts will feed.

Fly straight into the night,
then go right, it will be there;
His hate will sap your might,
blur your sight, he won't play fair;
Your soul can start to grow,
when he knows, you are in prayer;
An ancient scripture's shown,
Witches know, the bitch said so;
In the meaning of innocence and love,
Eve was born; we're all born;
In the master plan, we may
never understand...
who we are...who we are.
 
 

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