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Inside the maze of fire Kindled with desire Boiling the cauldron true Filled with witches' brew. Three Norns stand at the gates, Mater of the Fates Who keep the ancient runes, Howl at the silver moon. Would you drink the witches' brew, Blood of wisdom shed for you? Watch the dead rise from the grave And turn the monsters into slaves. Father of Tiw Long dead warriors rise for you. We drink the brew. Fire and water, earth and sky, Feast of torches lights the night; Hounds of Yeth bay at the moon; The blood of life is Witches' brew. Father of Tiw Einhereir doth rise for you. We drink the brew, Witches' brew. From Letras Mania