Lyrics Pale Roses - Tamsin Blight

Tamsin Blight, Isobel Goldie,
Mary Butters, Margaret Jones,
This one's for you, not for the clergymen
And their morbid taste for bones.
Their prayers are vain, their warnings too,
I'd rather drink your witch's brew.

Are you a witch of Wicca too ?
Do you raise the dead like witches do?

Before dawn a spell is woven
By hands no rosary has tied,
In the evening don't be scared
If you have a guest from the other side;
Marie Laveau away in the Bayou
Has played a little trick on you.

Are you a witch of Wicca too ?
Do you raise the dead like witches do?

Tamsin Blight, Isobel Goldie,
Mary Butters, Margaret Jones,
When you were born in the country,
You don't fear the Great Old Ones.
Witchfinder please, leave them alone,
they don't really hurt anyone!

Are you a witch of Wicca too ?
Do you raise the dead like witches do?