[verse] Legends whisper through the trees Of bristles forged from shadow’s breeze A relic born from witch’s pleas A broom that bends realities Its handle carved from demon bone Its wings stitched tight with midnight tone A weapon feared by night alone A throne for those who dare the unknown [pre chorus] Jack leans close with ember grin “Child, you seek the curse within A broom that makes the stars spin thin A force no mortal could take in” [chorus] Bat Broom blazing through the night Witch‑fire carving arcs of light Every spell ignites the sky Every scream begins to rise Bat Broom roaring like a storm Magic breaking every norm If you hear its wings unfold Run before your fate is told [verse] Stingy Jack recalls the tale Of covens lost in moonlit hail Of sorcerers who tried and failed To ride the broom where darkness sailed It sweeps the souls of those who dare It rides the wind of witch’s prayer A relic born from pure despair A myth too strong for mortals’ care [pre chorus] Jack’s grin widens, sharp and sly “Child, you chase what terrors fly The Bat Broom cracks the very sky Its magic makes the brave men cry” A battle in the clouds erupts The broom dives low then spirals up Guitars slash like wings in flight A duel of fire across the night The broom cuts through the stormy air A war of magic everywhere [bridge] Jack howls stories from the grave Of witches bold and warlocks brave Of battles where the broom misbehaved And turned the night to fiery waves A relic feared by every clan A force no mortal understands A broom that sweeps both beast and man Across the edge of shadowland [final chorus] Bat Broom blazing through the night Witch‑fire carving arcs of light Every spell ignites the sky Every scream begins to rise Bat Broom roaring like a storm Magic breaking every norm If you hear its wings unfold Run before your fate is told
