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Mother’s warmth was never made for me

Father’s love was never mine for free

Stifled by the holy hood

As a game, I claim to be the witch of the wood

(Black hooves) He whispers in the children’s ears

(Black coat) They think that they have nothing to fear

(black horns) They think that it is just a game

But he’s the beast that cannot be tamed

Crops are failing, brothers disappear

Household descend further into fear

I can’t prove my innocence

I’m a victim of vile circumstance

Black horns impaled my prideful father

Madness claimed my jealous mother

Stole by witches, siblings all

Now i’m alone as night begins to fall

Empty home, only chance left for me

Sign away my soul and live deliciously