La Sorci​è​re

Belladonna burned limb to limb
Thistle thorns pinned to her hips
She turned to ashes
They coughed up black
Can't kill a witch with her pride intact

Oh no
The Devil's daughter
Can take the piss
Jus primae noctis

He said: Let’s just forget
All the pain that is the past
The Devil's mark is scored in red
The scarlet letter lies on her back

Rose from the ashes
They called her name
She is the baroness
Patron saint of shame
She didn’t wish for martyrdom
She didn’t wish for blame
All the embers, are like flags in the flame

No
The Devil's daughter
Can take the piss