the sword
tres brujas
A strange voice within his mind From the glowing orb in his hand Spoke of the properties of certain herbs Growing wild all across this land  Three witches you shall meet Along the road to your fate The first at twilight, the second at night, And the third at the coming of day  Inhaling deeply of the sacred smoke Slipping in between the worlds He beheld a living column of light And it sang to him without a word  Three witches you shall meet Upon the path to your fate The first will love you, the second will deceive you, And the third will show you the way  Draw back your arrow and let it fly May your aim be straight and true Remember all that you have been told And there might be some hope for you  Three witches you shall meet Along the road to your fate The first is twilight, the second is night, And the third is the coming of day