The place is filled, a beautiful day the wood is stacked for the ash grave*
Whether young or old, they flock to it, a woman was accused of sorcery
Cursed many, bewitched the cattle and through their deeds, many have been hurt
Poisoned the water, an evil spell for the grain, the good and pious
a thorn in their eyes
Many have also seen it at night
did it with the devil and laughed while doing it
So the people's voice can now be heard loudly in the choir
The old woman should burn, it penetrates into every ear
Off into the fire, it screams in the choir
Sprinkle her ashes in front of the big gate!
Although the old woman was stubborn at the beginning
The servants got her to confess
The judges questioned her most painfully
until under torture, she said yes
Here comes the executioner, he brings this woman
The murmur of the crowd, her body is haunted
A priest tries to save her soul
the old woman curses him, in her chains
Now finally the high court appears
the verdict is announced that her life is extinguished
Then the executioner sets the pile on fire
the wind carried it the ashes spread across the country.

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