In a dark and misty house,Where no christian man has been,Wicked annabella mixes a brewThat no one’s ever seen.Relatives have passed her by,Too scared to even say hello.She’s in perpetual midnight,She shuts out the day,And goes about her sinful ways.I, I’ve seen her hair, I’ve seen her face,Look towards mine.I, I’ve felt her eyes burning my sole,Twisting my mind.Little children who are goodShould always go to sleep at night,’cause wicked annabella is up in the skyHopin’ they will open their eyes.Don’t go into woods tonight,’cause underneath the sticks and stonesAre lots of little demons enslaved by annabellaWaiting just to carry you home