Which coffee

[Intro – whispered circle chant]
Boil it black…
Boil it deep…
Wake what should not wake from sleep…
Stir it thrice…
Stir it slow…
Let the demon vapors flow…


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[Verse 1]

In the hollow of the woods where the dead roots creep,
Witches gather ’round when the moon cuts steep.
Cauldrons hiss with ember light,
Coffee boiling through the night.
Bitter beans from the underworld’s seam,
Ground by hands that never dream.
Steam curls up like a serpent’s tongue,
And shadows drink where no one’s young.


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[Chorus]

Witch-brewed coffee, dark as sin,
Pulling the spirits trembling in.
Sip it slow or lose your name,
Every drop a binding flame.
Midnight brew of cursed desire—
Drink and feed the witch’s fire.
Black as graves and twice as strong,
This is coffee poured all wrong.


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[Verse 2]

Stir the brew with a raven’s bone,
Whisper secrets in undertone.
Add moon ash, add nightshade dust,
Let the brew betray your trust.
Cups of obsidian clink in the gloom,
A taste of doom in every bloom.
One sip more and reality bends,
The coffee knows where the world ends.


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[Chorus]

Witch-brewed coffee, dark as sin,
Pulling the spirits trembling in.
Sip it slow or lose your name,
Every drop a binding flame.
Midnight brew of cursed desire—
Drink and feed the witch’s fire.
Black as graves and twice as strong,
This is coffee poured all wrong.


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[Bridge – ritual chanting]

Brew it black…
Brew it brave…
Summon sleep from the coldest grave…
Drink it hot…
Drink it fast…
Let the mortal heartbeat pass…


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[Final Verse]

The brew grows thicker with the moon’s last glow,
And the witches hum a song of woe.
Your hands shake from the power inside,
A caffeine curse you cannot hide.
The forest listens. The shadows grin.
The coffee claws beneath your skin.
And once you’ve tasted that midnight cup…
No sun will ever wake you up.

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