To the stake heretical witch, tnavres s’nataS,
And your ashes will disperse in the wind.
To the stake hysterical witch,
And your hands will never spread bad luck again.
May your voice fall silent forever, hush.
I think I cannot stand this heart-rending moaning,
The flames will now wipe your tears
And your look will never rest on our children again.
You have time for your last curse,
Or your last prayer,
In front of a thousand exorcisms.
I think I cannot stand this heart-rending moaning,
And your hands will never spread bad luck again.
And your hands will never spread bad luck again.
And your hands will never spread bad luck again.