- There is an evil spirit of a cat in her, a demon in her, sin in her,
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Execute her - at the stake!
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Burn the witch! |
But not for everyone -
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The mob is still revolting.
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In the deaf courtyard of the monastery
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You hear the sound of shackles.
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Skilled are those who execute judgment,
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There is no trace of beauty in her.
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- My lady, is it convenient for you
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Feed the fire on the cross?
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It is given to see the heretics -
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Unfortunately, you are not one of those ...
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Ash was still warm
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How it grew in an instant from the coals
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Thorn bush and blood flowed
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From its thorns and branches.
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A trumpet sounded from heaven:
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— Didn't you imagine yourself to be the Lord, John?
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You killed one of us
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Pray, insignificant priest, your fate is sealed!
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- Cursed bush - cut it down,
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Do not listen to demonic black words.
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- But we don't hear anything,
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Forgive us, abbot, but there are no bushes around.
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You go with your head down
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You killed an angel, burned it at the stake,
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The cassock hides the oppression of the chain,
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Ruthless are the eyes of the icons on the altar.
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That night, the temple burst into flames from lightning -
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Thunderstorm, commotion, everyone is on their feet.
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"Our father John stayed there,
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But the others were saved,” said the gray-haired monk. |