THE WITCH
Oh what beauty, how unfathomable
You have beauty, oh sorceress.
Hide in your red hair
When your magic jumps
And makes the snow fall from the sky
Freezing the village and the villagers.
What beauty, what unfathomable beauty,
The witch raises her wand
And with a wave he just makes the fire that consumes creatures and mountains fall, and with another scene he turns the talking beavers into stone.
O what beauty, what unfathomable beauty,
The witch who has such a pleasant voice,
She is actually a dark goddess,
Shrouded in sulfur and mystery.
O what beauty, what unfathomable beauty,
Oh sadness, because we will have to win
That creature at the fire!
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