Mystic Lady - Saint Vitus

Black smoke rising

From the stain of unearthly charred remains

Sweet young maiden

Blond and fair

Was a witch so we burned her there

As she burned she laughed out loud

From the sky fell a bloody shroud

As we gasped and gazed

With astonished eyes

Mystic Lady began to rise

Nothing grows here anymore

We painted crucifixes on our doors

Mystic Lady’s spirit lives

We took her life so ours we give