Reverend Bizarre

Through the darkness witches fly
although I think I see no broom
Spreading plaque across the sky
their mist is drawing down the moon
Council gathers in the hall
to pray before their first trial.
Can you hear the church bell toll?
Or will you cover your ears?
Staring with their empty eyes
from the circle witches rise.
Now they learn to live in fear
Flesh will burn