One Eyed Witch

The one-eyed witch with iron claws stalks the moors
Dressed in the skin of human prey, carrying the stench of death
The veiled creature on the hunt
Listening for the sound of a lonesome breath
Blue faced crone with a taste for human flesh

Hunting, stalking, searching for the young and lost

Dragged to a cave in the depths of a forest in the hollow hills
Drinking the blood and eating the flesh of her kills
The skin of children draped from the branches of the trees
Tokens of the dead drying in the nights' cold breeze

Hunting, stalking, searching for the young and lost

The darkening descent of night they fear
The grinding of her teeth so loud and near
A culler of the herd, feeding on the weak
The grotesque goddess taking the souls of the deceased

Beyond pale and ghastly blue, wandering in the dark of night
Fear the predator of flesh and blood
Fear the cannibal hag
The devourer of children, tormentor of the weak
Hide and lock your doors. Closer she creeps.

Hunting, stalking, searching for the young and lost

The darkening descent of night they fear
The grinding of her teeth so loud and near
A culler of the herd, feeding on the weak
The grotesque goddess taking the souls of the deceased

The darkening descent of night they fear
The grinding of her teeth so loud and near
A culler of the herd, feeding on the weak
The grotesque goddess taking the souls of the deceased