Daughter, daughter What have you done? The rosaries quake in the fists of the Puritans. The men have loaded their guns . Simple pilgrims . Sacrilegious pagans . Towns people pack their goods and shelter their sons. From you daughters, daughters…. Season of the witch … The spell upon us ; The spirit haunt us ; Season of the witch . Mother mother What is outside? That makes the dogs hairs stand on end And little children cry Midnight rituals . Moonlit. Feral. Strange fire breeds with the wood. Welcome women came For your brothers , brothers…. Season of the witch ; The spell upon us The spirit haunts us . Season of the witch .
