Come little children, gather round my feet
Let the hot embers of the campfire warm your cheeks
I'll tell you a story of one who's heart is full of gloom
She lives here on the hollow ground under the musty moon.
She was born from Satan's breath, with demon body parts
And grew to be a woman with a thirst for human hearts
She could reach with wicked fingers right inside a soul
Pulling the nectar from someone, leaving the body cold.
She'd drink the crimson liquid, with a thirst she could not hide
And rip the heart with greedy hands that clawed at their insides.
Then she'd leave their bloodless carcass dead upon the ground
And cackle with a gruesome shriek as the demons pulled it down.
Though many have come to kill her no sign of her, they find
Just death to fill the hours before they lose their minds.
On the birth of moonless nights like this, comes an evil hiss
Before she wraps around your soul a witch's hungry kiss.
You may try to run and hide, but it will be in vain
Because the witches memory has already called your name
Then slowly comes the talons that rips you while you sleep
Wait... Did You hear that... I think it was a shriek...
