Three Ugly Sisters (Lyrics)

Driven by malice the ugly sisters draw near

Emerge from the abyss, bolt on their brooms

 

Driven by malice the ugly sisters draw near

Emerge from the abyss, bolt on their brooms

Over mountains and valleys in mad search for fear

Crowing at the moon in anticipation of doom

The witches arbitrarily steering their branches

Towards the bridge of Tay,
where people are being anxiously

Waiting for the Edinburgh train,
that’s heading through the rain

To the very location of minacious decay

 

We’re the three ugly sisters of your mother nature

She might be forgiving but we fucking hate you (2x)

 

All them witches are flying like vultures
above the bridge as

They begin their incantation, franticly behaving

One conjures tempest, another stirs up the waters

The last one ensures the creation will cave in

Turns into a grave within few moments of torture

And the train torn into the deep
together with screeching men

That in vain are reaching out for a helping hand

They only hear them sisters laugh:
“When shall we three meet again?”

 

We’re the three ugly sisters of your mother nature

She might be forgiving but we fucking hate you (2x)

 

I name the number

I name the place

I name the bale (3x)

 

what pleasure to chase that train off its rails!

 

We’re the three ugly sisters of your mother nature

She might be forgiving but we fucking hate you (2x)