Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe,
Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.
Where the wind whispers through the leaves,
Wherever are men found on their knees,
There tred the Sisters of Wrath and Woe,
Only he,the Devil, knows where they go.
Ere the beast-tracks were they trodden,
Here the battlefields ever sodden,
Stepped there the Sisters of Wrath and Woe,
There the Devil follows in their tow.
Where dark thoughts are given form by wine,
Where treachery is harvested straight from the vine,
There thrive the Sisters of Wrath and Woe,
There dances the Devil ere they go.