In a crooked house as old as the forest

A child was born in fire

Her hellish voice, her furious screams

In my crystal that night I could hear

Ten thousand childrean: The dau she was born

Suffered and died in their crypts

A witch is born

With eyes of lightning, raven black hair

She was a beauty

She came here to rule us all

With her cruelty

I admire her beauty, and

The madness that she brings

Singing in awe

Hail o new born witch