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In a dark and misty house
Where no Christian man has been
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen

Relatives have passed her by
Too scared to even say hello
She's in perpetual midnight
She shuts out the day
And goes about her sinful ways

I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face
Look towards mine
I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole
Twisting my mind

Little children who are good
Should always go to sleep at night
'Cause wicked Annabella is up in the sky
Hopin' they will open their eyes

Don't go into woods tonight
'Cause underneath the sticks and stones
Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella
Waiting just to carry you home
In a dark and misty house   Where no Christian man has been   Wicked Annabella mixes a brew   That no one's ever seen      Relatives have passed her by   Too scared to even say hello   She's in perpetual midnight   She shuts out the day   And goes about her sinful ways      I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face   Look towards mine   I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole   Twisting my mind      Little children who are good   Should always go to sleep at night   'Cause wicked Annabella is up in the sky   Hopin' they will open their eyes      Don't go into woods tonight   'Cause underneath the sticks and stones   Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella   Waiting just to carry you home