Burned for Him - GORGON

At the side of the cold hill

Just after the broken road

Where no bird sings

Lived the one that they were afraid of

Raised by her mother so that she can walk in her steps

Haunted by her memory, possessed by the heredity

In this barrow, lashed, heading for the stake

Beautiful, her ashes, once burned for him

Piercing the night

Like the comet astride her broom through dark clouds

Clothed in the sky under the horned moon

She went with glee to the Sabbath

Through wild dances abandoned of any modesty

With him

The forked hooves, she lived a sexual ecstasy

An ice wind, an eternal tempest

A howling gale which will shake the world

The one they called «the witch»

Has transcended her physical form

That will never end, once burned for him