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