So the witch was burned at the stake,
but returned, the maker
put back the ashes to bake her form
and in it came the hell blown storm
By the power of replacing three
you will suffer for what you've done to me
You watched the fire then run from me
you cast the stones whilst bearing sin
now the power comes from inside, within
to the night bird, and his absurd bastard whore
you wait and see what is in store
you hurt me more than you can think of
now I'll bring you on the brink of the end
your days have been happy, happy to spend
my money on you, happy to give my energy
to you, but there was no remedy for
the cruelty of nature, the trees and the wood
mirrored cruelty and smoke in glass
You could never have understood
and it will come to pass
that your wretched ways
will be stretched in days
and you will have no release,
no solace or peace,
and you hurt me more than those who drew out blood
you brought the fire, you gathered the wood
the coal, brought a torch
to watch me scorch
but I resurrect and can correct
your punishment is direct.
By the power of the Moon and Sun,
so the magic becomes so done
The power of three, power of three
He loses her, she loses him, they both lost me.
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