Malastaire - Baba Yaga

Once upon a time there was a pretty woman in the woods 
But she lost her beauty as she grew old 
Now she looks creepy as hell 
And they whisper that she can cast a spell 
Never ever been a bad person 
Or will she eat your first born? 
Nobody ever wants to visit her 
She's lonely and full of fear 
But now she can't stand it anymore 
She cried many times and her throat is sore 
It's your fault 
Now she's haunting you on her iron stove 
You better hide yourself in the grove 
She's the DHL out of hell 
Her gate squeaks and snaps it won't let you through 
Her dogs bite and tear you down too 
Her cat will scratch your eyes out 
It's true have no doubt 
Just believe everything they tell you 
Or they tell similar stories about you too 
Shut your mouth  
Keep it shut 
Now she's haunting you on her iron stove 
You better hide yourself in the grove 
She's the DHL out of hell
Now she's haunting you on her iron stove 
You better hide yourself in the grove 
She's the DHL out of hell   

Written by:
Marco Huberle

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