Where the wild winds blow
in their most desolate roar
Where lone pines bow
their heads in grief
Where flowers cease to grow
and where the birds
don't sing no more
Deep in forests
that none can ever leave
There you can see her fly
across the evening sky
in her mortar – a pestle she swings
Even the moon does hide
from her despiteous ride
For she is evil
amongst all other things
Bone-Mother
Wood-Maid
Deathless
Crone
The Cannibal witch
She feasts on human flesh in secrecy
The Cannibal Witch
Crushing them bones
in grinding glee
Her hunger in enormous
so are her iron teeth
Baba Yaga Bony Legs
The Cannibal Witch...
Her crooked hut lays concealed
in a grove unsound
wreathed by a fence
made of skulls and bones
Even the night congreals
when it hears the sound
of snoring nostrils and horrid groans
She came to lunacy
through endless sorcery
and thousand days of lonesomeness
She is the arch-crone
Godess unknown
She brings rebirth
which implies death
The Cannibal witch
She feasts on human flesh in secrecy
The Cannibal Witch
Crushing them bones
in grinding glee
Her hunger in enormous
so are her iron teeth
Baba Yaga Bony Legs
The Cannibal Witch...
