Текст песни Mother Holle - Hellraiser

She goes, limping, in the mountains and the glades,
With her cat and stick, in search of the sacred herb

You become blind, you become crazy, if you meet her,
She is a terror for us all

Mother Holle, goddess of heaven and wind,
Queen of witches and elves

Her pleasures are homebound, she likes to light a fire,
Sit down, and be soothed by the heat.

She sends gifts of gold to women,
Who take good care of their homes,

Mother Holle, goddess of heaven and wind,
Queen of witches and elves

When it snows, see the sky, in the clouds,
Mother Holle shakes her featherbed