She lived in the town by the river,
Fair maiden just shy of sixteen,
So pretty was young Susan Weaver,
Her beauty made jealous the queen

An evil tongue slandered the maiden, [bad word] priests took the queen’s side,
They proclaimed that poor Susan was tainted,
The Devil marked her for his bride

She was sentenced to trial by water,
The young girl [bad word] drowned,
Her parents could not mourn their daughter,
The body was never found

Then some of the townsfolk went missing,
Those who laughed on the day Susan died,
Freezing wind brought the people who listened,
giggle invoking deep fright

Men of God were found torn to pieces,
Queen fell from the wall to her death,
The witch has avenged all the kisses
That she would never have 

The fear is spreading like fever,
People moan in their sleep in the night,
No way to lay to rest Susan Weaver,
The girl whom they made Devil’s bride

The witch of Glendale,
Clad in black, morbid pale,
The witch of Glendale,
The scourge of the vale,
The witch of Glendale,
Spreads terror and bale,
The witch of Glendale,
The witch of Glendale