Black smoke rising
From the stain of unearthly charred remains
Sweet young maiden
Blond and fair
Was a witch so we burned her there

As she burned she laughed out loud
From the sky fell a bloody shroud
As we gasped and gazed
With astonished eyes
Mystic Lady began to rise

Nothing grows here anymore
We painted [bad word] on our doors
Mystic Lady's spirit lives
We took her life so ours we give