A green gem on a chain,
Symbolizing from where we came.
Tangled lines through the past,
But we handle it all with respect and class.
Mixed together by the mystic power,
Bringing forth the witching hour.
Passion, Prestige, and Power,
All of us the witching hour.
In the garden district we reside,
The legacy changes when each main witch dies.
You think you know, but you have no idea.