Just a false feeling of a girl unmature
And a maiden long in her young mind
Doesn't know what she soullessly does
What she cause, when she only wants
Bursts of sorrow and blasts of gall
Doctors seized with feeling of bewitch
To the cloister with her
Let her come to oblivion
(Faulty idea connected with it.)
Celebration in the cloister, where crucifix breaks
Body exorcise has no force
Holy nurse's friary carried to her side
Asleep raving pale over corridors
Her effort to dash all she loved
Shall change into case with a young man holy
Thrown shortly into rotting cell
Can't see acts the judge intrudes upon him
May he be the devil's servant, who only speaks to God
Half dead hear fire purgatory
With the fiery pair of evil and
Servant of fallen, rising dead men up
Gorges the body that can hardly sense
Tied at the post, spilt with tar