Four witches brewing up a curse

Deep in cavern
In the mountains of madness
Lay a witches coven.

Hidden behind the cobwebs
Protected by monstrous spiders
Satanic creatures from hell.

The four witches
Are brewing up a spell
In a cauldron.

Filled with dead
Filled with skeletons
Of the newly damned.

The witches trying to scare
The world with their curses.

Whining that the end is near
The witches look out
At the headless horseman.

Preparing for their ride
As the end times approach
The witches smile
Let the world end
They scream.