Baba Yaga Songtext
von Charming Disaster

Have you seen it in the glen
Her cottage up on chicken legs
Better hope that she ain′t home
She'll suck the marrow from your bones

Sweet old lady she is not
Stick you in her stewing pot

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Wise old crone or wicked witch
Got a broom of silver birch
She might give you what you need
Amanita, poppy seed

Sweep away all trace or track
You don′t want her coming back


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Country girls or merchants' sons
What's the reason you have come
By compulsion or free will
Or brought here by my spinning wheel

Seeking apples made of gold
Ask my sister she would know

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Turn her comb into a forest
When it′s time for you to flee
Her kerchief to a river
Her mirror to the sea
With her mortar and her pestle
She will follow close behind
You are spinning on her spindle
She′ll unravel you in time

Lives behind a fence of skulls
There's still room for just one more
Served by disembodied hands
Mistress of the borderlands

Bony leg and iron teeth
Give her something good to eat

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Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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