Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens
Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland


Haunting the cloudless black sky
Braver at night
Hidden as the lips of her cunt

She is keeping out of sight

Dark as her closed eyelids

Her secret
She comes to you with a serpent's kiss
She has the power to foresee


She don't fear the flames
She smile at the fire

Whisper the words of spell
Without fear without fright


BORN FOR BURNING...

She can't feel the pain

She gaze at the sky
In the greedy flames
Will burn tonight


The beauty burning
Like the moon at harvest

Her seared flesh falling apart
And feed the hungry flames


Where the flame still bite her thigh
Is not afraid to die
She will burn again tonight

(she will always burn)
But her spirit shall survive...