| Summer 1657
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| A tailor’s daughter in pain — bewitched
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| A healer had told that the witch will be revealed
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| Before sundown a woman known as evil appeard
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| «That bitch must have done it
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| She must be the offspring of satan himself»
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| Despite the accusitions she offered to help
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| And poured a potion all over her
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| All of a sudden she started to shake
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| The birth of four frog-like creatures was seen
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| «She threatened me that inside
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| I would melt 'cos I didn’t give her butter»
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| The poor girl yelled
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| So the witch was bound in heavy chains
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| And taken to the court as a servant of hell
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| «I met a mysterious black man
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| He kissed me and taught how to do harm»
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| As interrogation and torture went on
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| Heard the good people of the court horrible things
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| Thirteen years as servant of satan
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| A whore and a right hand to the dark prince
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| Sabbaths, or devotions to the devil
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| Were held on a small nearby hill
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| At the peak of the torment
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| She turned in a few who had been there
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| «I met a mysterious black man
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| He kissed me and taught how to do harm»
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| 343 days she spent in prison
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| While the court sentenced her to death
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| A morning when the summer was at its warmest
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| She was taken out and beheaded with another witch
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| Burned to ashes, spat on, despised
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| Buried into a hole outside of the holy ground
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| Shamefully she was laid to rest
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| Without ceremony and bell toll |