Lyrics Something Wicked This Way Comes - Woods of Birnam

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
Come like shadows; so depart!
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Double, double toil and trouble
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Something wicked this way comes.
I'll charm th' air to give a sound,
While you perform your antic round.
That this great king may kindly say
Our duties did his welcome pay.
Double, double toil and trouble
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked
This way comes
Show his eyes and grieve his heart.
Come like shadows; so depart!
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Double, double toil and trouble
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble
Something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked this way comes.
Something wicked this way
Comes