Gothic BC

From my cell, I can see plainly into the town square

Not believing my life is coming to and end

The psychological horror, to see my means of death, well this just isn't fair

You think to hell my soul, you shall send.

I look forward to getting this horrific deed over with

I don't want to live among those, that would accuse me of such a thing

I know soon, the angels,I will walk with

A better place than here a place I believe my heart will sing.

You say that I am a witch, a concubine of, Satan, himself

But the only proof you have, is from another, who speaks a lie

Do you honestly think to this I would lower myself?

Before, I confess to this, I would rather die.

From my cell, I have a clear view of the gallows

The ones, I will hang from, until death becomes known

I beg for death, I am ready for you, whether friend or foe

I am ready to leave this place, this place where only lies are grown.

Eighteen others, besides me will die

Falsely accused of something, I would never do

All condemned to death, really no questions as to why

Soon this I will do, in front of all, in plain view.

So, seeing the gallows where I will die

Tis a horror to see, but I take solace in this

Getting away from those, that would wrongly accuse me, from them I only wish to flee

If it means dying, so be it, I am willing and ready, with death to share a kiss.