Wicked Annabella
In a dark and misty houseWhere no Christian man has beenWicked Annabella mixes a brewThat no one's ever seen
Relatives have passed her byToo scared to even say helloShe's in perpetual midnightShe shuts out the dayAnd goes about her sinful ways
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her faceLook towards mineI, I've felt her eyes burning my soleTwisting my mind
Little children who are goodShould always go to sleep at night'Cause wicked Annabella is up in the skyHopin' they will open their eyes
Don't go into woods tonight'Cause underneath the sticks and stonesAre lots of little demons enslaved by AnnabellaWaiting just to carry you home