On the first of May       Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts          In little boxes crucified    Bled and divined             When all the girls          Suckle beasts within their arms    Pact-bound familiars          Spill their guts on secrets spied          On Midsummer's night    All true love is undisguised             In philtres foul by lasses cowled    Brewed and derived          Some fat of an unbaptized babe          A finger of a corpse       Dug up from the grave             Dating with Witchraft             And come the Fall       When the fires light the night       Summer's love grown old and sad       Will die away             On Samhain's eve       Blood of swine will wash them clean       From the memories good and bad       The spells of May             And for those still in dream       Summer's green eternally       Stolen away by the Sidhe       Noone knows they've ever been          A tongue of a snake          Ground mummy's powder    The head of a dog       Piss and snot             Dating with Witchcraft