When she lit that match a smile lit up her face

They called it cruel witchcraft and burned her at the stake

Their eyes fixed on her form as the flames rose to her feet

Their nostrils opened wide at the smell of burning hair and meat

But she was the cruel one, She was the cruel one

She was the cruel one and the crowd were the voice of the justice

For they were the wise ones, Yes the crowd were the wise ones

They were the wise ones the priest had told them so

She knocked at his front door at a time of desperate need

The lords light shone off of his cross as his lips drew a smile that bore his bloody teeth

But he was the good one, yes the priest was the good one

He was the good one the lords light in his heart

And the town thanked him so kind, yes they all thanked him so kind

The town thanked him so kind for keeping the devil away