Whip, crack, bone, snap From under stone and rock attack Claw, grab, shovel and grasp We rise up with muddy mask
From the evil hands of ogres Our lord saved a priest From the elven lands and forests He took her to his keep
His wife was struck by jealousy The elf the fairest of the world How on earth could she compete With a beautiful elven girl
She struck a deal with a witch She would birth a child Not in the lord's image or by his seed But by his soul and mind
Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn and cauldron bubble Eye of newt, toe of frog Wool of bat and tongue of dog
On a cold and rainy morning Our lord's child was born In the image of his dark soul His wife would live no more
He thought his wife had spent the night With demons or a fiend That ugly, vile grotesque child Not what his son could be!
When he found out the witch's spell He rode off on his horse And cursed the elf, his keep himself And cursed with fiendish forceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
