In a crooked house as old as the forest, a child is born in fire

Her hellish voice, her [?] screams 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 to rule us all with her cruelty

I admire her beauty

And the madness that she brings

Singing in awe

Hail o' new born witch

A witch is born