the witches of melbourne
sat in circle
candle and bell and frankincense burning
the witches all shared something sad and true
as i sat next to you
the witches of melbourne
spoke words a wisdom
and wrote them on scrolls and parchment
they cast a spell to make it anew 
as i sat next to you
the witches of melbourne
laughed and cried
one may suggest they were not seeing with the eye
some cackled a furious truth
and i sat next to you
our energy filled the room
i felt it through the streets and laneways
i felt it through the nights, in clubs and bars and under the stars
our energy burning bright.
it leads us to meet our strange queer truth, it leads us to the divine, it gives us faith and hope again and sacred insight.
it sparks up something deep within, a certain book reveals
the truth is clarity to me, a violet flame ignites.
and this violet flame it burns like a sword, it operates me now
for the magickian is born again anew, 
and penetrates all. illumination and the heart, 
the burning symbol of vision true
as i sit next to you.