By the ancient walls of Leicester town Follow the winding pathway down Don't linger for a minute or an hour When the black moon is riding high And the wind is screaming 'cross the sky 'Tis the art of the Witches power She's fey cursed they say beware you'll rue the day That you strayed to Black Annis' bower If you're on Dane Hills in the dead of night Be sure to hold your luck stone tight For they say that the blue face hag waits near And from the Earth where the leaves lie dead She'll arise from her wintery bed And with her darkness feed upon your fear But the old crone is wise she'll shape-shift before your eyes and move her spirit through the atmosphere For Black Annis is my name And now that you've heard of my fame It's with a lack of understanding you may slight me For they say that I'm mad howling wild But I am the earth mother's child And I walk with the elements around me Don't forget that I the crone am much older that you know Shake the shadows from your mind and harken to me Maiden, mother, crone I be another aspect of the three So bide your time until I call for thee