Hotter: The Children's Furnace

Hansel and Gretel
Went on a walk

Not seeing the sky,
They started to talk

Forgetting the bread,
The peebles, the chalk

Meanwhile, their stepmother
Tells tales against them

In her oven, in her oven
In her oven, in her oven

Now there's no way home,
Their own mother gone

The warm hut ahead
Smells of baked good

No good burned in her oven,
But now she loves them

In her oven, in her oven
In her oven, in her oven

The bones of children
Lost to their parents

Remain of the past
The wicked witch knows

A good dish with her nose
Smells of children

Feeds them fresh apple
Like pig on a spit

Lost in the woods,
Only now she loves them

In her oven, in her oven
In her oven, in her oven