Neither white pebble-stonesNor crumbs of bread were left as a trailFor them to be led along crooked old treesLooking like twisted shapes of the deadThen they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a boughIt flew away and they followed itUntil it alighted on the roof of a little houseConstructed of gingerbread and confectionarySo heavenly!They began to eatThen a soft voice cried from the parlourNibble, nibble, gnawIs it a mouse nibbling at my little house? « And the children answered »It’s the wind, the heaven-born wind, « And went on eating without disturbing themselvesIt was as if the house movedAnd in that momentThe little white bird on the rooftop made a horrible shriekInstead a black crow flew away over the treesGretel dropped the cake she heldShe fell down on her kneesBegan to cough up blood and threw up her delicious mealShe couldn’t breatheChocking and chewing on the gutsSpewing from her mouthGretel bled from eyes and her ears and her noseShe was bleeding like a pigUntil she dropped dead!The skies turned red instantlyWhile the candy cottageTransformed into a huge festering ulcerThe stench of old blood and black pusSugar and cake turned into decomposed fleshCrawling with flies, maggots and snakesThis process of decay seemed quickly to spreadIt crawled over life and left it for deadHansel took a few steps backHe decided to turn around, to run away and thenHe looked straight into the face of a witchShe whispered a spell, crafted in hell »Nibble, nibble, gnawHansel! I will eat your lifeless fleshStill warm… But raw »