Wurdulak

«Drag the witch to the forest
So that she won’t do any harm again
Don’t let her get away
Hold her! Tie her to the stake!»
«None of you will ever be safe from me
You can kill me, but I just won’t go!»
And in the silence she spoke her curse
«Executioner, quick! Come, bring the mask
The iron mask that will send her back to hell»
And a creepy mask was brought
It had devilish features and spikes on the inside
It was put to her face then a hammer
Was brought, God no!
Putrid flesh still so alive mangled face
Still holds its charm
Consumed by rot she waits
To feed again a leach, a living dead
Those who pass by take my advice
And hurry home before sunset
«Executioner, quick! Come, bring the mask»
No mask will send this demon back to hell
(Inspired by Mario Bava’s «La Maschera Del Demonio»)