Tres Brujas

A strange voice within his mind
 From the glowing orb in his hand
 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 of the sacred smoke
 Slipping in between the worlds
 He beheld a living column of light
 And it sang to him without a word
 Three witches you shall meet
 Upon the path to your fate
 The first will love you, the second will deceive you
 And the third will show you the way
 Draw back your arrow and let it fly
 May your aim be straight and true
 Remember all that you have been told
 And there might be some hope for you
 Three witches you shall meet
 Along the road to your fate
 The first is twilight, the second is night
 And the third is the coming of day