…And the violence
Causes silence
We must be mistaken…

How dare you
neglect my past
curst my old gods 
kill me with silence ?

How dare you
profane my hands 
profane my temples
with your violence ?

Me who was created to create
me who have never had
no home, no kindom, no master
the witch who was only meant

To see the miracles 
of the invisible word
to wander eternaly nacked
to walk in the forests

from kindon to kindom
from town to town
from village to village 
And tell people stories...

Chorus
I have already said it
But I'll say it again :
I am nobody's woman
I am no man's Land
I'm no wife
I'm a witch... (2x)
And those who I've bewitched
Will no more come back to life

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