A woman liked by all who ever knew her   A hedonist who lived life for the day   She fed her soul on feasting and with riches   And feared the day that she would have to pay      Her raven came, one evening to her table   And warned her soon she'd pay out for her sins   She cried alound, 'My merry days are over'   'For now's the time my troubles shall begin'      You can't cheat your day of reckoning   For fate chatches up with you   For this is your day of reckoning now      The days that came were filled with many sorrows   And soon our witch was taken to her bed   Her children came, a monk and nun to see her   And as she died, they reeled at what she'd said      Within her tomb, her body wrapped in deer hide   And triple chains to guard her mortal soul   Then demons came and smashed two chains asunder   The third of iron, Old Nick destroyed alone