Puppets dance

To face their old fears

Poor Spaniard curse

Has got no worth at all

Oh, my love

Please reveal

On my knees

Upon the forest floor

Behold witchcraft's charms

You don't have to beg me

But won't you?

This route to the south

Just might hold the key

Ravenous maw

Could scare you into a

Perfect love, a deadly blow