Wicked woman
There's evil in this village
You must confess
Your pact with the devil
Never mind your generous cures
Nor the good deeds done
You're odd and peculiar
A Pagan most unclean
Holy crucible
Our pious obsession
To clean your soul
Regardless what it truly holds
Light the torches
Hot and bright
A religious frenzy
Burning all in sight
~ElizaDeath
