IN A CROOKED HOUSE AS OLD AS THE FOREST A CHILD WAS BORN IN FIRE HER HELLISH VOICE, HER FURIOUS SCREAMS IN MY CRYSTAL THAT NIGHT I COULD HEAR TEN THOUSAND CHILDREN THE DAY SHE WAS BORN SUFFERED AND DIED IN THEIR CRYPTS A WITCH IS BORN WITH EYES OF LIGHTNING, RAVEN BLACK HAIR SHE WAS A BEAUTY SHE CAME HERE TO RULE AS 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
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