"Brimstone eyes she hath,
black in colour looking sad
The hair like straw, her skin so raw...
"beware do not go near the hut I say!"
It was believed to be the home of a witch, ahouse left in decay
and faced the things they said
They never came back, neither to be,
sorry for their misbelieve
Only pieces of their bodies hanging up
on the strangest trees they found
to whom the parts belonged in a whole lifetime
In her arms you'll crackle like fire
In the night you'll see her Swallowtail
When she's near you'll hear hell's choirs
Run (as) fast as you can, right in the arms of the unknown
they told me that your evil would prevail
on me, but now I know you are not
Swallowtail Swallowtail your beauty
comes like sunshine after rain, so warm, an unexpected spark to wash away the dark
She was supposed to be so old, deceitful, not deceivable
Death she'd exhale from her never
All the things they told me liars!
All because she is too beautiful
I know I won't go back 'cause
At the end I'll be a butterfly
Swallowtail Swallowtail....
Swallowtail Swallowtail....