Throne of Claws

In the forest, deep and cold,
Where nightmares live and legends old,
Baba Yaga calls you near,
Her house of claws and ancient fear.

Through the mist, her talons scrape,
The air is thick, there's no escape!
A house on legs, alive with rage,
It hunts the lost, it haunts the brave.

Her eyes burn red, her voice is smoke,
The flames of hell in every croak.
She'll twist your mind, consume your soul,
You entered here, now pay the toll.

In the woods where shadows fall,
The witch commands, her power calls.
The house of bone, the curse of night,
You'll feel her wrath, you'll know her might.
Through twisted trees and haunted sky,
Run while you can, or you will die.
The claws, they tear, the teeth, they bite,
Baba Yaga steals the light!

With iron teeth and ancient spells,
She pulls you closer, drags you to hell.
Her voice a whisper, soft and thin,
She pulls you deeper, lets darkness in.

The house it sways, it dances slow,
Upon its claws, it hunts below.
The wind it howls, the trees they crack,
But once you're here, there's no way back.

Run through the fire, run through the storm!
Baba Yaga takes her form!
The bones, they creak, the house, it screams!
You'll never wake from these cursed dreams!

Run!
There's nowhere left to hide!
Die!
In the darkness, she'll decide!

The fire burns, the shadows rise,
Her claws reach out, to claim her prize.
The house it twists, the floor gives way,
Your soul is hers, you cannot stay.
Whispered words that seal your fate,
Your screams die out, it's far too late.

In the woods where shadows fall,
The witch commands, her power calls.
The house of bone, the curse of night,
You'll feel her wrath, you'll know her might.
Through twisted trees and haunted sky,
Run while you can, or you will die.
The claws, they tear, the teeth, they bite,
Baba Yaga steals the light!

Bones will crack and souls will fade,
In her house, your debt is paid.
The night is cold, the winds still cry,
But you'll never leave, and never die.

And never die.