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My Familiar - (Lyric video)

"My Familiar" is an original composition exploring companionship, guardianship, and the unseen presence that walks alongside the self through shadow and becoming. This piece blends atmospheric soundscapes with lyrical narrative, presenting the concept of the familiar as symbolic relationship and inner reflection rather than literal instruction. All music and lyrics are original. This work is presented as personal, artistic, and spiritual expression and forms part of "The Coven" album sequence. Lyrics: (intro humming) Come down by the river side The woods whisper, the shadows dance It's time my dear, it's time you find Your partner in crime, dark acquaintance Someone who's always there for you Serve by your side and share your pain A guardian, and solitary friend Loyal companion to keep you sane They say witches have friends in low places Of many names and many faces Things that go bump in the night And bring misfortune to ill places They carry out their masters will They roam and feed in hidden spaces So best to keep you own lips sealed And stay on witches' good graces (Lyrical humming) You'll ne'er take care or lest it hide Hear it's voice a longing trance You'll need to give it space inside And feed it well for acceptance Yeah someone who's always there for you Serve by your side and share your pain A guardian, and solitary friend Loyal companion to keep you sane They say witches have friends in low places Of many names and many faces Things that go bump in the night And bring misfortune to ill places They carry out their masters will They roam and feed in hidden spaces So best to keep you own lips sealed And stay on witches' good graces (Lyrical humming) My familiar knows, my familiar goes If you double cross me my familiar follows It hears, it sees, it eats who passes shame My familiar chose, my familiar shows My familiar lurks within shadows And one day soon you'll have one just the same They say witches have friends in low places Of many names and many faces Things that go bump in the night And bring misfortune to ill places They carry out their masters will They roam and feed in hidden spaces So best to keep you own lips sealed And stay on witches' good graces (outro humming)