Neither white pebble-stones
Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail
For them to be led along crooked old trees
Looking like twisted shapes of the dead.
Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough.
It flew away and they followed it
Until it alighted on the roof of a little house,
Constructed of gingerbread and confectionary.
So heavenly!
They began to eat.

Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:
Nibble, nibble, gnaw,
Is 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 themselves.

It was as if the house moved,
And in that moment,
The little white bird on the rooftop made a horrible shriek,
Instead a black crow flew away over the trees
Gretel dropped the cake she held
She fell down on her knees,
Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal.

She couldn't breathe
Chocking and chewing on the guts
Spewing from her mouth
Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose
She was bleeding like a pig
Until she dropped dead!
The skies turned red instantly

While the candy cottage
Transformed into a huge festering ulcer
The stench of old blood and black pus
Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh
Crawling with flies, maggots and snakes
This process of decay seemed quickly to spread

It crawled over life and left it for dead
Hansel took a few steps back
He decided to turn around, to run away and then
He looked straight into the face of a witch
She whispered a spell, crafted in hell:

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw
Hansel! I will eat your lifeless flesh
Still warm... But raw"