Lyrics:

In a dark and misty house, where no Christian man has been
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew that no one's ever seen.

Relatives have passed her by, too scared to even say hello
She's in perpetual midnight, she shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful ways.

I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face, look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole, twisting my mind.

Little children who are good should always go to sleep at night
'Cause Wicked Annabella is up in the sky, hopin' they will open their eyes.

Don't go into the woods tonight, 'cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella,waiting just to carry you home.

I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face, look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole, twisting my mind.