Notes From The Trial Of (La Curandera) کے بول

Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb? We eagerly await your response and your best defense La curandera is the young girl In a linen dress of white She dances on black sand in the night In her linen dress of white Let us vote to dunk the witch in the river styx and photograph the lye So in the shadow of cerebus her spirit will reside La curandera is the young girl In a linen dress of white She dances on black sand in the night In her linen dress of white Bird in the fire, mouthful of sand King of the briar, mouthful of sand The scale and feather, the lock and key The lord of weather, the beast at peace