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