Without Ceremony And Bell Toll - Darkwoods My Betrothed

Summer 1657

A tailor’s daughter in pain — bewitched

A healer had told that the witch will be revealed

Before sundown a woman known as evil appeard

«That bitch must have done it

She must be the offspring of satan himself»

Despite the accusitions she offered to help

And poured a potion all over her

All of a sudden she started to shake

The birth of four frog-like creatures was seen

«She threatened me that inside

I would melt 'cos I didn’t give her butter»

The poor girl yelled

So the witch was bound in heavy chains

And taken to the court as a servant of hell

«I met a mysterious black man

He kissed me and taught how to do harm»

As interrogation and torture went on

Heard the good people of the court horrible things

Thirteen years as servant of satan

A whore and a right hand to the dark prince

Sabbaths, or devotions to the devil

Were held on a small nearby hill

At the peak of the torment

She turned in a few who had been there

«I met a mysterious black man

He kissed me and taught how to do harm»

343 days she spent in prison

While the court sentenced her to death

A morning when the summer was at its warmest

She was taken out and beheaded with another witch

Burned to ashes, spat on, despised

Buried into a hole outside of the holy ground

Shamefully she was laid to rest

Without ceremony and bell toll