The Sorceress lyrics

Where are the bay-leaves, Thestylis, and the charms?

Fetch all; with fiery wool the cauldron crown;

Let glamour win me back my false lord's heart!

Twelve days the wretch hath not come nigh to me,

Nor made enquiry if I die or live,

His fancy wanders otherwhere:

The slave of Aphrodite and of Love.

But I'll charm him now - with witcheries potent.

Shine out fair, O moon! All hail, dread Hecate:

Dweller in the shades, at whose approach

E'en the dogs quake, as on she moves through blood

And darkness and the barrows of the slain.

Turn, magic wheel - as we ignite the grain.

Nay, pile it on:

Where are thy wits flown, timorous Thestylis?

This tassel from his robe I shred thus

And cast it on the raging flames --

And, by the Fates,

He'll soon be knocking at the gates of hell.