Charm for protection and human rights
There is a cold dry rotted spirit in the streets,
It hurts the heart and stop its loving beats,
It’ll bring about humanities great defeat.
The spirit of melancholy is in the air,
It freezes the fight so we stand and stare,
stuck feeling damaged and beyond repair.
But our victory dies if we surrender too soon,
So witches it time to banish away this gloom,
To protect what we love from a horrid doom.
Summers spirits burns dry and hot,
So roar out loud like the furious ox,
Put chili and rosemary in a heated pot.
Winters secrets lives in your wet cold spit,
Hum into it a protest song whose tune won’t quit,
Fly the rebellious phlegm hear it sizzle as it hits.
Springs air blows with hot wet vigor,
Add something sweet like honey or sugar,
Let three tempers stick together and grow bigger.
Kick and swear for autumn spirits to head north,
Herded by the three down back into the earth,
Dump this on your enemies land to rot their mirth.
Do this spell thrice,
Do this spell thrice,
Do this spell thrice.
Once for in us,
Another for an other,
Thrice to rise the fight for human rights.