Feel the fiery tongues lash out to cleave.
Eternal release; thy shroud they will weave,
Narrow her eyes, soft whisper a nocturne.
Iniquitous prayer: her soul cannot grieve.
Light up the candle! Light up the lantern!
Light up the kindling and let the flames burn.
Stare into light! Air is skeleton thin.
Stare into nothing! Nowhere left to turn.
Flesh blackened to dust, charred ash made of skin,
Her laughter reveals a hollow lament.
Everyone, Mistress, must pay for your sins.
Everyone, someday, will pay for their sins.