Burnt alive, transformed into
ash, tied to a stake,
screaming desperate. The crowd
clapped and clapped, and laughed and laughed.
I deserved this death, and I died
so that later from the cold ashes
I could be reborn, and not as a
phoenix but like the biggest witch than this
SALEM, which is now my world, a
day saw. It was the resurrection of the greatest evil
that they could have. Now everyone feared.
Some are already on their knees in front of
me, tying a collar around
from your necks I have them just for
me. At my death everyone laughed,
in my resurrection everyone is
fearing, trembling.
It's not for me, but for all of us.
In this SALEM, the resurrection of the
biggest bitch happened and now
nothing else prevented.

Now look at me, who's the bad bitch
witch?