• A child was born as the house fell
    A girl was born strong &well
    tow the house's horror the child was fair
    With darker than pitch raven hair
    Abomination headed of sacrifice
    Matron mother reaches for the knife
    Give the only female child of the house born
    To beg Loth not to show scorn
    Knife plunges towards child's breast
    But not her shall the blade caress
    Child starts to cry & scream
    Soon in pitch to keen
    The knife finds matron mother's heart
    The keen kills kin as walls fall apart
    Kin are dead the house gone

    Quietly plays the spider song
    To the child the spiders come
    Away the old house they take her from
    They take her to the spiders nest
    Where peacefully she can rest