Black smoke rising From the stain of unearthly charred remains Sweet young maiden Blond and fair Was a witch so we burned her there
As she burned she laughed out loud From the sky fell a bloody shroud As we gasped and gazed With astonished eyes Mystic Lady began to rise
Nothing grows here anymore We painted crucifixes on our doors Mystic Lady's spirit lives We took her life so ours we giveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
