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Balance of the Witch 2 by That

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Balance of the Witch 2

Alternative Folk

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I walk the edge where the shadows fall, Between the flame and the icy thrall,
Lights a whisper, darks a roar, One hand heals the other wars.
The moon is my mirror, the sun is my fire, Each feeds a spell, fuels desire.
Roots in the soil, stars in my sight, I weave the worlds of day and night.
Balance is my sacred art, Holding light and dark apart.
A tethered soul, a boundless pitch, The ancient code of the timeless witch.
I′ve tasted venom, I′ve held the cure, Through every trial, I′ve stayed secure.
The shadows call, the light will plead, But balance is the chord I heed.
I know the runes, the lines of fate, The spells that mend, the curses break.
Each whisper taught me, every star aligned, The strength to hold this gift as mine.
Balance is my sacred art, Holding light and dark apart.
A tethered soul, a boundless pitch, The ancient code of the timeless witch.
In a world of chaos, I am the calm, The fire within, the healing balm.
No life eternal, no death too near, Only the pose that holds us here.
I′ve walked through ruins where shadows creep, And touched the dreams of those who sleep.
I′ve seen the clash of stars above, And soothed the pain with a touch of love.
But love itself is a fragile thread, Binding the living, honoring the dead.
It′s neither dark nor light alone, But something deeper, fully grown.
Balance is my sacred art, Holding light and dark apart.
A tethered soul, a boundless pitch, The ancient code of the timeless witch.
By the river of time, I′ve made my vow, The past and future converge in the now.
The wind may twist, the tides may turn, But through it all, my magic burns.
The seasons shift, the wheel turns round, The witch′s path is sacred ground.
Through Samhain′s veil, or Yule′s bright flame, Each power rises, yet stays the same.
For every sun, a shadow falls, A phrase of ours.
The seasons shift, the wheel turns round, The witch′s path is sacred ground.
Through Samhain′s veil, or Yule′s bright flame, Each power rises, yet stays the same.
For every sun, a shadow falls, A phrase of ours.