A green witch in your fables
Always escaped
Brought nothing but death
I remember going to bed
Before it struck ten
"One, two, three and green
I would turn into a devil"
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
"One, two, three and green
I would turn into a devil"
What is green?
It is grassy
It is mossy
It is muddy
It is slippery
It's the earth and my body
It shines
It devours
"One, two, three and green
I would turn into a devil"
Am I sleeping? Am I dead?
It is withering
It is lost
Green to brown, to black, to dust
An aching lullaby, ebbing away
From my skin to my bones
It's your fables versus my yearning
Like leaves in autumn
A devil and a creature
A death, turning green
I always behaved, I hope I was a good prot
"One, two, three and green
Ph! Take me to the devil "
This green
Is creeper
It is a poisoned wound
A dart left to kill
It's midnight,
Time for my potion, a concoction
For my health
Green, witch and death