The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers And pray love's labours be won, Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!" And all evil was undone.
I sing of a man who did come by here And claim to be Lord of Time, In this of our Lord the year Fifteen hundred and ninety nine, Fifteen hundred and ninety nine.
He didst come with a maiden sweet and dark, Though not star-cross'd in love, They had cross'd the stars in their wand'ring bark As later actions proved, As later actions proved.
The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers And pray love's labours be won, Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!" And all evil was undone.
My quill doth not write of its own accord, Or so one might assume, A sharp mind is its own reward, As my night-time writings shew, As my night-time writings shew.
What are these things of which I spake, God knoweth, or so I pray. For the devil's own wenches did come here this night And command what I should say, And command what I should say.
The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers And pray love's labours be won, Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!" And all evil was undone.
So when Judgement Day came and the Globe rose in flames, The populace screamed and made moan, I fought with words like Count Roland of fame, And the witches were sent to a hell of their own, And the witches were sent to a hell of their own.
The witches chanteth unheav'nly prayers And pray love's labours be won, Thus spake the Time Lord "Carrionite!" And all evil was undone.