A spell on you

By Mothers Earth and Mothers Moon
Pray I do for their boon
Sky falls fast
and fire consumes at last

Spirits come to tamper with minds
and lock them up with tight binds
Death from above
Saviours come in the form of the dove

Life which shines
Death comes and fines
with Darkness lit
the world dies bit by bit

A spell on you
I cast true
A spell on you
Death to few
A spell on you