Mystic Circle

She had the witchcraft in her, wonderful she looked and smelled
Many years she studied magic from the black and white side
Morgana was her name she lived in a time of hate
And she was the victim of the holy inquisition
I'm the pudge and I'm chaching you, you're in bound with Satan
Your body shall burn in three days at the funeral pile
Then she swore damnation to gods creation
An unholy curse she made against all the christians
Morganas curse beware of her force
Morganas curse it will follow you
In the tower she now sit waiting for her execution
Males of pain on her body torchured by the law
Her beloved family and her man screamed for freedom
But her love brought her the news that she'll die soon
"Now you're at the step to death but I will follow you soon