We've set the wheels in motion,
When will the thread snap in two?
And the bier begin to burn,
Strange I don't taste the bitterness,
Of wormwood on my tongue,
But I feel it not,
For the sin,
Was for the love of one,
They do not understand,
Uneducated creatures as they are,
I cared for a single man,
But they accuse me of every adulterer,
So I carry on singing in the fire,
As the crowds begin to chant,
"Burn the witch for she seduced our sons".