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...

BORN FOR BURNING...

BORN FOR BURNING...

BORN...



She can't feel the pain

She gaze at the sky

In the greedy flames

She 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

She is not afraid to die

She will burn again tonight

(she will always burn)

But her spirit shall survive...



Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens

Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland