Burning Times

I will take me back in time
Where the fields are ripe with barley and rye
It will be where I am found
With my ear pressed up close to the ground

In the village there are voices
Travelling between the lips of fear
The night brings calming noises
Of life that knows no boundaries

I am the one they are hunting
For I know too much and a woman never should
Reveal the source of wanting
If this is right then the devil's misunderstood

These dungeons they call holy
Are filled with screams from the recently deranged
Damned are they too early
By the ones who fail to learn from the strange

My flesh is torn asunder
The altar cracks and bleeds down the rack
Devices oiled and new
Mary you bitch you never warned us did you

I am the one they are burning
For I feel too much and a woman never should
Reveal the source of yearning
If this is right then the devil's misunderstood

Flames leap higher
Take me deeper
I heard you moan that day in the fields
I'll make the call and forgive them
For they know not what they do
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Throughout the pages
Of History
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