Testo di Morbid Witch

I met her at the 'Frog and Cauldron' She bought me a pint of mild Raven hair, fingernails With ashen face and a crimson smile Mable, she offered to me Something I would not beleive It was more than magic She said Give me something that means most to thee She lied to me She lied to me She broke my magic wand She lied to me Morbid witch She how she cries, pity her life Mable led me with a frozon hand Into a wretched swamp Inside a black and withered tree She made her home Black candles, dimly lit the room Her dead relatives At different states of discomposition She lied to me She lied to me She bent my point hat She lied to me Morbid witch She how she cries, pity her life