One for Sorrow

The bird of omen Is on the wing I see it circling I hear it sing It watches over me There in the trees Upon the twisting boughs An augury I have always been one for sorrow I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror I have always been one for sorrow I know that wherever I go it will follow A lustred feather Falls to the ground A fleeting shadow That rattling sound Beyond the windowpane In twilight gloom A tap upon the glass Foretells my doom I have always been one for sorrow I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror I have always been one for sorrow I know that wherever I go it will follow It follows One for sorrow Two for mirth Three for a funeral And four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil The devil himself I will always be one for sorrow I hear the beating of the wings, to my horror I will always be one for sorrow I know that wherever I go it will follow

Submitted by The Void — Feb 07, 2026

Do you remember those midsummer nights at Alderley Edge? Initiated to the craft Skyclad and sword in hand you stood beneath a sea of stars Forever my High Priestess Maxine, nocturnally, I still see you in my dreams Maxine, infernally, you have cast your curse on me Do you remember those four golden years in Notting Hill Gate The Book of Shadows open wide You wore the moon crown upon the Grand Sabbat of Beltane The chalice to my athame Maxine, witch queen, priestess of the third degree Maxine, witch queen, hierophant of Hecate Maxine I still remember you You were drawing down the moon Maxine, nocturnally, I still see you in my dreams Maxine, eternally, will you ever set me free? Maxine, witch queen, priestess of the third degree Maxine, witch queen, hierophant of Hecate Maxine

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 2025

From the caves we emerge Into the hard driving rain Through the dales, round the fells The coven gather again And there, veiled in the mist, Pendle Hill stands tall Above the barren fields She shines phantasmagorical Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne Mountain throne! Under a pall of freezing fog We light a way through the murk Trudging on, torch in hand To do the devil’s work On the black ridge we convene Come the witching hour When at the wuthering peak We’ll reconstruct the Malkin Tower Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne So now bow down As the sabbath fires burn Demdike and Chattox Have finally come home From the Devil’s Pulpit Their sermon holds all in thrall At the Hexenaltar We heed Karnayna’s call Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 09, 2025