She is here, but not here was she reared.

She is come from a paper book, she was reared

The maiden who makes sweet the weird.

I burn her home, I burn the book.

She has cheek blushed, and she dawns-

Ah! She has come unto the people like dawn

Comes unto ruin my sacred night.

I make her sleep, I make her sleep!

I am here, and here I was reared.

I am what the fire took, I was reared

The witch who makes weird the sweet.

I burn her, I am home.

I have cheek pale, and I yell-

Oh! I have come unto the people like hell

Comes unto ruin their sacred girl.

I burn her, I am home.