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Remark the witch!

The woman who dared defy

Bound to the mighty spear

That pierces the gentle sky

Hear her scream

As a woman should

Arms twisted, shackled around

The mighty column of the witch-hunter

Building, rising, swelling

Mighty spires up on high

How pleased they are to penetrate the sky

Remark the bitch!

The woman who dared defy

For her there is no place

Where her words are not the voice of her face

Ane her every breath

And herridan voice, is hers by gift of mercy

To the precious womb

Building, rising, swelling

Mighty spires up on high

How pleased they are to penetrate the sky

Remark the witch!

The woman who dared defy

Now must build a mighty spire

And she must build much higher to be free

The fate of the witch

Is emulation of man

For she is neither Madonna nor whore