The Witch

In them woods she lingers
With dirty hands but clean fingers
Seething in the bitter sharp rain
Mixing baby's fat and wolfsbane
Rubbing down in the Devil's eye
Screaming out like a wolf's cry
Naked bodies stuck dancing
To the music of cloven hooves prancing

Yeah she's gonna take flight
When the clock strikes three fifteen tonight
They're gonna drink the Devil's bath
Down at the witches Sabbath

Yeah she's gonna take flight
When the clock strikes three fifteen tonight
They're gonna drink the Devil's bath
At the witches Sabbath

Yeah she's gonna take flight
When the clock strikes three fifteen tonight
They're gonna drink the Devil's bath
Down at the witches Sabbath



Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Boling
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