What a monster!

All spirits! What a monster! Do you see a ghost in the window? Pale as a bone in the field; Look! look, what a face! In the mouth smoke and lightning, The eyes have grown out of the head, They shine like coals in the ashes. The hair is disheveled on the head. And like a dry sheaf of thorns Burning, throws a broom of fire, So from the head of the damned Sparks are falling with a bang.