The wind carries the howls of pain,
Far across the land in vein,
For no one cares enough to help,
For no one cares enough to help.
The fires of sorrow burn high and strong,
Taking away all with an evil song,
And yet no one helps, the pitiful widow,
And yet no one helps, the mournful girl.
And the waters drown away the light,
And left her in forever night,
Leaving her be alone and scared,
Leaving her be alone.
And the earth lies barren beneath her feet,
Stabbing stones and pebbles poke,
The innocent child,
Who lay awoke.
The elements frighten, dark and there,
Fighting with what she bear,
Frightened, alone with no one to help,
She walked in darkness. Weak and soaked.
No folk will help, if she falls,
All leave her there,
With her sores,
For no one dares to help her up.
For God hath spoken,
For God hath said,
This be the daughter of a witch,
Before she gives birth to a b****.
O hark Gods words,
Kill the witch,
O hark Gods words,
Kill the b****.
Stop the spread of evil spawn,
Kill her now,
Before thou kill us,
Kill her know!
And she cries out in pain,
As they whip her in vein,
And she cries out in lust,
As they cry out, die she must!
Be she innocent,
Not they care,
They see a threat,
That they can’t bear.
Kill the witch they chant,
Kill the witch they scream,
As heaven opens,
And the rain pours.
On the day they went to hell,
On the day their children fell
On the day the witch died,
On the day the heavens cried.
