5. Witch Is Born

In a crooked house as old as the forest
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 

witch is born 

With eyes of lightning, raven black hair
She was a beauty 

She came here [bad word] us all
With her [bad word] 

I admire her beauty, and
The madness that she brings
Singing in awe
Hail o new born witch 

witch is born