Isobel

In the square
They build a pyre
Blackened smoke
Starts to rise

Two hundred thousand women
Sentenced to death
For the crime of being sentient
Doomed by evil men

Isobel
Queen of witches
Your fire burns
Beneath the moon

Black sermons in the kirk
Speaking with the spirits
From human body she transformed
Murdering the men of God

Of these crimes she did confess
And she was never seen again

From the mercy of our god
We sentence you to death
For the saviour of mankind
We burn you at the stake
Two hundred thousand women
Raped and put to death
For fear of magical masses
In the kingdom of God