Back in the sixteenth century, lived a just wedded pair,
In love and peace.
Then the tragedy took its run, her man was accused of
Theft, doomed innocent.
Under cruel torture, forced to confess,
Sentenced to death in the falling blade

It was the night of the widow
And the moon was rising high
It was the night of the widow

Suffering from hate and pain,
The widow swore revenge, death to the judge
Then at full moon she spoke the curse
And all the demons she raised allied to her
Under direction of the angel of death
They executed the bloody act

It was the night of the widow
And the moon was rising high
It was the night of the widow

And the fate took its course!

Again the moon was rising high, demons' swords fell from
The sky, death to the judge!
As the sun rose in the court he was found
Head next to his body on the ground

It was the night of the widow
And the moon was rising high
It was the night of the widow

Strange, so it's written...

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