.We are gathered here today
Thirteen witches rise from clay
Thirteen trips around the sun
The necromancy has begun
Unnatural stench of brewing potions burns the nose
Poison gas, acrid smoke, burning cloves
Born of mud, the coven chance to raise the dead
Magic spell, poison mind i.
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