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(Intro, low driving bass line)
(Verse 1)
I hear the call, hear the call, hear the call
The beckoning of the gods of old
I can’t ignore the sound of the crow
She’s flying low, staring into my soul
Pull me under where others fear to go
Oh, the ecstasy of that eternal fall
Forget myself and give up control
Of the life I must now let go
(Chorus)
We are passion. We are purpose.
You can’t stop us.
No one can burn this.
We are power. We are persistence..
You can’t stop us.
You can’t escape this .
We are witches.
We are witches.
(Syncopated pagan chanting)
Mother, maiden, crone
The devil’s own
Mother, maiden, crone
The devils own
(Repeat again increasing in intensity)
(Yearning, fast breathy chanting)
(Verse 2)
I feel the pull, feel the pull, feel the pull
The beckoning of the ways of old
I can’t ignore the message I heard
From the mouths of graves I feel it all
Pull me under where others fear to go
Oh, the ecstasy of that eternal fall
Forget myself and give up control
Of the life I must now let go
(Chorus)
We are passion. We are purpose.
You can’t stop us.
No one can burn this.
We are power. We are persistence.
You can’t stop us.
You can’t escape this .
(Echoing every other line)
We are witches.
They can’t burn this!
We are witches.
(Outro)
You can’t escape this!
We are witches
Details
GeneratedAug 23, 2026
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark indie folk rock, 140bpm, melodic vocals, dynamic atmospheric syncopated piano and bass beat. Witchy sonic vibe.
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