Highest among the brushwood on the stormy top of the hob
In a cold dark cavern an angry hag always have lived
Follows creeping paw and running foot
A night of insidious deeds
Souls black as soot
Wandered for nightly sacrifice
She has discerned voices in tree and wind, the whisper of pine, the song of linden
All wander from this wide country to taste the witch broth of the hag
She has given white fire from the deep well, come here now stranger take a drink
Souls wander for nightly sacrifice, a forgotten murderous threat
Souls black as soot
Wandered for nightly sacrifice