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• Artiste: Ilsa
• Titre: Old Maid
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They​ ​called​ ​her​ ​evil Hung​ ​her​ ​from​ ​a​ ​tree Mistook​ ​her​ ​medicine For​ ​wicked​ ​sorcery Wiley​ ​old​ ​woman With​ ​no​ ​family​ ​of​ ​her​ ​own To​ ​Hell​ ​with​ ​Christians May​ ​they​ ​reap​ ​what​ ​they​ ​have​ ​sown For​ ​weeks​ ​her​ ​captors​ ​held​ ​her In​ ​a​ ​dungeon​ ​dark​ ​and​ ​damp Her​ ​body​ ​broken Thumbs​ ​pulverized​ ​by​ ​clamps Yet​ ​her​ ​mind​ ​was​ ​strong For​ ​no​ ​wrong​ ​had​ ​she​ ​done She​ ​feared​ ​not​ ​life​ ​or​ ​death Her​ ​purpose​ ​became​ ​one: Reject​ ​the​ ​teachings​ ​of​ ​a​ ​greedy​ ​perverse​ ​church Spreading​ ​subordinance​ ​and​ ​lies​ ​of​ ​virgin​ ​birth She'd​ ​taught​ ​the​ ​secrets​ ​of​ ​the​ ​forests,​ ​seas​ ​and​ ​skies The​ ​cycles​ ​of​ ​the​ ​moon And​ ​all​ ​the​ ​earth​ ​provides Captured​ ​when​ ​her​ ​heathen​ ​home​ ​was​ ​raided Turned​ ​in​ ​by​ ​the​ ​villagers​ ​she'd​ ​aided And​ ​when​ ​they​ ​took​ ​her To​ ​the​ ​oak​ ​tree​ ​where​ ​she'd​ ​hang She​ ​raised​ ​her​ ​bloodied​ ​head In​ ​crystal​ ​voice​ ​she​ ​sang "Dīs​ ​Pater,​ ​Spirits​ ​of​ ​the​ ​dead I​ ​fear​ ​not​ ​what​ ​awaits For​ ​just’s​ ​the​ ​life​ ​I’ve​ ​lead May​ ​your​ ​guilt Live​ ​deep​ ​within​ ​your​ ​blood May​ ​stress​ ​and​ ​cancers​ ​blossom As​ ​a​ ​flower​ ​buds!" Now​ ​we​ ​wonder​ ​where​ ​the​ ​worlds​ ​magic​ ​has​ ​gone We​ ​search​ ​the​ ​continents​ ​for​ ​some​ ​truth​ ​to​ ​hang​ ​on But​ ​I​ ​know​ ​we've​ ​lost​ ​much​ ​knowledge​ ​once​ ​possessed Burned,​ ​broken,​ ​hung By​ ​Christ​ ​our​ ​Lord​ ​suppressed Burned,​ ​broken,​ ​hung Let​ ​Jesus'​ ​will​ ​be​ ​done