Remark the witch!
The woman who dared defy
Bound to the mighty spear
That pierces the gentle sky
Hear her scream
As a woman should.

Arms twisted, shackled around
The mighty column of the witch-hunter.

Building, rising, swelling
Mighty spires up on high
How pleased they are to penetrate the sky.

Remark the bitch!
The woman who dared defy
For her there is no place
Where her words are not the voice of her face
Ane her every breath
And herridan voice, is hers by gift of mercy
To the precious womb.

Building, rising, swelling
Mighty spires up on high
How pleased they are to penetrate the sky.

Remark the witch!
The woman who dared defy
Now must build a mighty spire
And she must build much higher to be free
The fate of the witch
Is emulation of man
For she is neither madonna nor whore.