"When Baba Yaga doesn’t cook soup, she cooks her visitors!"
Lyrics
(A pinch of salt,) (a dash of spice,)
(Boil and bubble,) (a cruel device)
Verse 1:
Underneath the moonlit sky, I rise from my sleep,
In my hut on chicken legs, dark secrets I keep.
I glide through the city streets, where shadows creep,
Looking for the reckless ones, who wander and weep.
Pre-Chorus:
Young men beware, the tales are true,
Baba Yaga’s hunting, looking for you.
With beauty so rare, I’ll lead you astray,
Into the night, you’ll be my prey.
Chorus:
Come with me, the night's alive, the curse I'll weave,
A tapestry of souls I collect, you won't believe.
By the light of the waning moon, you can't deceive
The witch in the woods, with tricks up her sleeve.
Verse 2:
In the heart of the forest deep, the rituals I chant,
Spinning spells that bind the wind, my enchantments enchant.
Through the trees and mist, where shadows dance,
I capture the hearts, with a single glance.
Pre-Chorus:
Fellas beware, the tales are true,
Baba Yaga’s hunting, looking for you.
With beauty so rare, she’ll lead you astray,
Into the night, you’ll be her prey.
Chorus:
Follow me through the darkened path, where ravens weave
In the whispers of the night, in what you can't conceive.
Underneath the silver thorns, your dreams I'll thieve,
I am the witch in the wild, in whom you'll believe.
Bridge:
Cackling echoes, in the night so still,
Bewitched and beguiled, by my unworldly skill.
Bridge:
A pinch of salt, a dash of spice,
Boil and bubble, a cruel device.
A touch of garlic, a splash of wine,
Stirring the pot, till they entwine.
Verse 3:
Now the cauldron bubbles hot, the first is done,
His flesh tender, seasoned just right, my feast begun.
I devour his fear, savor his pain, my hunger appeased,
While the other watches, broken and seized.
Pre-Chorus:
Lads take heed, the stories hold dread,
Baba Yaga’s feasting, on hearts that have bled.
With a glance so bewitching, she captures your breath,
In the cloak of the night, she deals in death.
Chorus:
Step into my realm, where the dark is my weft,
Where I weave your fate, with each deft, deadly heft.
Outro:
So harken thee now, my tale is spun,
The witch in the woods can’t be undone.
With whispers in winds and ravens above,
Baba Yaga remains, in darkness and love.
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