Where the wild winds blow in their 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 Deathless Crone
The Cannibal Witch She feasts on human flesh in secrecy The Cannibal Witch Crushing them bones in grinding glee
Her hunger is 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 congeals 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 Goddess 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 is enormous So are her iron teeth Baba Yaga Bony Legs The Cannibal Witch