Through the sky, the blood of gof pour out on the Kobold streets

Through the eyes, the villagers feel the malediction's terror

Evil curse, the birds crushing on the church walls

Gruesome witch, a raven tears out the High Priest eyes


A witch has been put to chain, to be judged

Before sentence is pronounced

By a curse, the judge will die


Wizard spell, His twisted mind

Witch hunt, the Divine avenge himself

Chosen by the funeral-pyre, call the anguish of the ceremony

Her deeds of justiciary, through the century


Burnt at the stake, for the sake of stupidity

Ill-treatment for them, faithful to their malefice master

In her last hour, her body cold to pain

No confessions marks her defat

What place will she inhabit amidst the firmament's infinity

She who has been purified by the flames.