My mother, the monster of legends of old,
Most terrible witch in all the biz,
Is ancient from all of the lives she has stolen,
Brings pain and disaster, embraces her role and
She takes what she wants. And truth be told,
With all of my heart I despise what she is.

My mother, the monster, for all of her crime
Did raise me with care and kindness, still.
A nightmarish being whose black heart is empty
Except for myself. On occasion it tempts me
To let her embrace me one more time.
I love her despite how her deeds make me ill.

My mother, the monster, who loves me in turn,
Is truly a blight upon this land.
Most terrible witch, and it pains me to say so,
I must stand against her, I can't let her crimes go.
For all she has done, she has to burn.
I love her, but swear she will die by my hand.