Вершы: The Sword. Warp Riders. Tres Brujas.

A strange voice within his mind
from the calling orb in his hands.
Spoke of the properties of certain herbs,
growing wild all across this land.

Three witches you shall meet
along the road to your fate.
The first at twilight,
the second at night,

and the third at the coming of day.

Inhaling deeply all the sacred smoke
Slipping in between the worlds
Keep me held over the column of light (