We call apon the black magic's heart
To send us our power from the dark
May there be death, may there be life
We bleed at our wrist, cut by the knife
We are the sisters of three
We use the craft and we believe
We need the wisdom to say this spell
To call forth the power of hell
Tyra, Tanya, Carrie, sisters of three
Give us our rightful destiny
Blessed be
