I now awaken..in ground forsaken..
Brushing dirt..away
One thousand years..
Ten million tears..
Yet...now comes my day
I remember...multitudes
Sharpened sticks...some cloves
Scythes with eyes...the wielders
Ignorant..who wove
The spell...
Caught by one...true learned in other ..
Foolish I...my slip
Sister\'s two..plus one I knew
Thus loosed..did I...my grip
For awhile
Witches lost..grown old and died...
The young...know not the peril
Ancient times...forgotten rhymes
Believe me...
I\'m still feral