- Witch -

Cackle, you little witch Trod upon my final nerve with your tiny cloven hooves I can't abide your goatish face I spit in your general direction because I dare not get too close Suffer, you sullen wench Judge lest you not be judged. Too late, 'cause you insult my way of life I won't forgive your brutish ways I kick dung onto your dress and throw rocks at your misshapen head You sour tart You childish boor If I were Death You'd be no more You cruel beast You devil spawn The reaper calls And you are gone Curses, you horrid troll Must you interrupt my leisure so I'll not know peace? I shall not tolerate your tricks I wish nothing but misfortune on the canker that infects your dark soul Evil, poison, scourge and blight Malediction in the night Evil, poison, scourge and blight Malediction in the night You sour tart You childish boor If I were Death You'd be no more You cruel beast You devil spawn The reaper calls And you are gone, gone, gone Lyrics copyright 2025 Wingfield Ace Music Project