Witches are wicked and wizards are wise
Witches are wicked and wizards are wise

I can smell the flesh of my sisters
I watch their skin
As it bubbles and blisters

We could have saved the world they sing
We could have sorted everything

I want to climb the hill where they died
Throw my arms wide and breathe in their rage
I am the fire
I am the power
Of a white hot blade
I'm a white hot blade

A paste to soften boys' wounds
Elixir for your blues
Mother lover saviour healer

Twist bark and twine into a shrine
I wanna let go of all these things that stop me from dancing.

I want to climb the hill where they died
Throw my arms wide and breathe in their rage
I am the fire
I am the power
Of a white hot blade
I'm a white hot blade

witches are wicked and wizards are wise"