Puppets dance
To face their old fears
Poor Spaniard curse
Has got no worth at all
Oh, my love
Please reveal
On my knees
Upon the forest floor
Behold witchcraft's charms

You don't have to beg me
But won't you?
This route to the south
Just might hold the key
Ravenous maw
Could scare you into a
Perfect love, a deadly blow