She lived in the town by the river, Fair maiden just shy of sixteen, So pretty was young Susan Weaver, Her beauty made jealous the queen
An evil tongue slandered the maiden, Corrupted priests took the queen’s side, They proclaimed that poor Susan was tainted, The Devil marked her for his bride
She was sentenced to trial by water, The young girl was ruthlessly drowned, Her parents could not mourn their daughter, The body was never found
Then some of the townsfolk went missing, Those who laughed on the day Susan died, Freezing wind brought the people who listened, A giggle invoking deep fright
Men of God were found torn to pieces, Queen fell from the wall to her death, The witch has avenged all the kisses That she would never have
The fear is spreading like fever, People moan in their sleep in the night, No way to lay to rest Susan Weaver, The girl whom they made Devil’s bride
The witch of Glendale, Clad in black, morbid pale, The witch of Glendale, The scourge of the vale, The witch of Glendale, Spreads terror and bale, The witch of Glendale, The witch of Glendale