This years halloween pic,

In the old forest, the glen holds and ancient circle of stones, three times three.
Here at all Hallows eve
under the corpse pale moon the Coven of Three makes pleas to the ancient forces of night
old rites and spells are chanted and A mighty Portent is foretold.

Inside the maze of fire
Kindled with desire
Boiling the cauldron true
Filled with witches' brew.

Three Norns stand at the gates,
Mater of the Fates
Who keep the ancient runes,
Howl at the silver moon.

Would you drink the witches' brew,
Blood of wisdom shed for you?
Watch the dead rise from the grave
And turn the monsters into slaves.

Father of Tiw
Long dead warriors rise for you.
We drink the brew.

Fire and water, earth and sky,
Feast of torches lights the night;
Hounds of Yeth bay at the moon;
The blood of life is Witches' brew.

Father of Tiw
Einhereir doth rise for you.
We drink the brew,
Witches' brew.