歌词
(Verse 1)
In the heart of the woods, where shadows dance,
I dwell in my hut, in a twisted trance.
Beneath the moon's cold, malevolent stare,
I conjure darkness with a witch's flair.
(Chorus)
I am Baba Yaga, mistress of the night,
With iron teeth and withering sight.
Through the mist and the fog, my presence looms,
In the depths of the forest, where terror blooms.
(Verse 2)
My hut amidst trees, it creaks and sways,
A beacon of dread in the moon's dim rays.
With mortar and pestle, I brew my spells,
In cauldrons of horror, where darkness dwells.
(Chorus)
I am Baba Yaga, mistress of the night,
With iron teeth and withering sight.
Through the mist and the fog, my presence looms,
In the depths of the forest, where terror blooms.
(Bridge)
Beneath my gaze, the brave souls quiver,
I weave my curses with a shiver.
Through the tangled trees, they dare not tread,
For fear of the fate awaiting the misled.
(Chorus)
I am Baba Yaga, mistress of the night,
With iron teeth and withering sight.
Through the mist and the fog, my presence looms,
In the depths of the forest, where terror blooms
(Verse 3)
With a cackle that echoes through the haunted air,
I ride on my mortar, without a care.
Through the blackened skies, I soar and swoop,
A specter of doom, in the moonlit soup.
(Outro)
So beware, dear traveler, the woods are dark,
Baba Yaga prowls, leaving her mark.
Don't become ensnared in her wicked embrace,
You'll become a tale of horror, a haunting case.
(Chorus)
I am Baba Yaga, mistress of the night,
With iron teeth and withering sight.
Through the mist and the fog, my presence looms,
In the depths of the forest, see you soon.
