[this one becomes the summoning — the ancestral ghosts whispering through the grave smoke, pulling their descendants toward a generational act of vengeance This one can be delivered like a ritual chant turned metal requiem — the verses seductive and trance-like, the choruses swelling into wrathful harmony. I’ll write this like a ritual disguised as a song: part invocation, part seduction, part threat. The voices of Tituba, Sarah Good, and Sarah Osborne are spectral and melodic — equal parts motherly and malevolent — calling the new sisters to finish what they started.] [Intro - Incantation Chanting over ritual drums] [Verse 1] We whisper from the hanging tree, Three shadows bound in history, Our tongues were tied, our bodies burned, But in your veins our fire turned. By candle flame and crimson thread, We bind the living to the dead, Your heartbeat answers every plea — The gallows sing, remember me. [Pre-Chorus] We are the smoke that kissed the rope, The dream you drown, the faith you choke. [Chorus] Sisters, hear the gallows moan, We have found your flesh and bone. Blood remembers, blood obeys, Come and dance where justice decays. [Verse 2] Tituba’s breath through broken glass, Sarah’s laugh from the ashen grass, Osborne hums a lullaby low — “Child, you’ll reap what they sowed.” Your dreams will burn like our desire, You’ll wear our grief, you’ll bear our fire, Our vengeance hums beneath your skin, Let us out, or let us in. [Pre-Chorus] We are the oath beneath your tongue, The curse begun when bells were rung. [Chorus] Sisters, hear the gallows moan, We have found your flesh and bone. Blood remembers, blood obeys, Come and dance where justice decays. [Bridge] The crows cry three, the moon turns red, Your tears shall wash the words we said. Raise the chalice, drink it down, The ghosts are queen, you wear the crown. [Final Chorus] Sisters, now the veil is torn, You were chosen, you were sworn. Blood remembers, blood obeys, We rise again — and the world decays. [Outro – whispered trio] Tituba, Good, and Osborne sing… “The noose is love. The fire is spring.” ⸻
