The secrets we hid in the night
The oldest of gods are invoked here
The great work of magic is sought
In this night and in this hour
I call upon the ancient power
Bring you power to we sisters three
We want the power
Give us the power.
Boxed in
Full of fear
my panic grows manic till I can't hear
in need of reprieve
so I can breathe
remove my fear
please make it leave
send a sign to free my sister's heart
one that will lead her to her love
hear the rhyme
we send to you this burning sign
then our future selves we'll find
In another place and time