In a crooked house
As old as the forest
A child was born in fire
Her hellish voice
Her screams and yells
In my crystal that night I could hear
Ten thousand children
That day she was born
Suffered and died in their cribs
A witch is born
With eyes of lightning
Raven black hair
She was a beauty
She came here with evil and the cruelest plague
I admire her beauty
And the madness that she brings
Singing in awe
Hair o' new born witch
A witch is born

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