From my cell, I can see plainly into the town square
Not believing my life is coming to and end
The psychological horror, to see my means of death, well this just isn't fair
You think to hell my soul, you shall send.
I look forward to getting this horrific deed over with
I don't want to live among those, that would accuse me of such a thing
I know soon, the angels,I will walk with
A better place than here a place I believe my heart will sing.
You say that I am a witch, a concubine of, Satan, himself
But the only proof you have, is from another, who speaks a lie
Do you honestly think to this I would lower myself?
Before, I confess to this, I would rather die.
From my cell, I have a clear view of the gallows
The ones, I will hang from, until death becomes known
I beg for death, I am ready for you, whether friend or foe
I am ready to leave this place, this place where only lies are grown.
Eighteen others, besides me will die
Falsely accused of something, I would never do
All condemned to death, really no questions as to why
Soon this I will do, in front of all, in plain view.
So, seeing the gallows where I will die
Tis a horror to see, but I take solace in this
Getting away from those, that would wrongly accuse me, from them I only wish to flee
If it means dying, so be it, I am willing and ready, with death to share a kiss.
