Chanson de la Sorcière

I am dressed in black robes
I can only live at night
My nails are as long as winter
And I am frightening: I am a witch
I live in the castle of ghosts
Cruelty is my kingdom
Of all the devils of hell
I am the mother, I am a witch

But I have broken all my stills
Full of hemlock, full of arsenic
I am waiting for Prince Charming
I am waiting for the Prince of Blood
Who will one day come to deliver me, to save me
I would like for the first time
To love someone other than myself
All my poisons, my spells
One fine morning, trapped me
I am afraid of everything I have done
From pleasure I move to regret

But why is there always hatred?
I would like someone to tell me one day
Witch, I love you Witch, I love you
But every night in my Setting
I open the ball of my regrets
I am the solitary queen
Of a land of fire and iron