The Passion of a Sorceress

The church dungeons is full of weeping
 Of the unfortunates in unquiet sleeping
 I dream warmly of that April night
 When I've sworn to the Righteous Might
 Chained to dirt and delivered to torment
 Fearless and scornful I await my final moment
 There's a stronger fire burning within
 Making harmless the one eating my skin
 It's the fire of my baneful will
 That shall bring my foes low and ill
 In my love for Him I've never been in misery
 Of death I made my victory
 How dare they disturb our Art?
 Born with Eve's willful deed
 But I embrace my end with unshaken heart
 I shall never perish, the Devil's seed
 Though they broke my bones
 And crushed my hands with stones
 Mocked my painful moans
 Yet my spirit rebelliously roams