The Mighty Spires کے بول

Remark the witch! The woman who dared defy Bound to the mighty spear That pierces the gentle sky Hear her scream As a woman should. Arms twisted, shackled around The mighty column of the witch-hunter. Building, rising, swelling Mighty spires up on high How pleased they are to penetrate the sky. Remark the bitch! The woman who dared defy For her there is no place Where her words are not the voice of her face Ane her every breath And herridan voice, is hers by gift of mercy To the precious womb. Building, rising, swelling Mighty spires up on high How pleased they are to penetrate the sky. Remark the witch! The woman who dared defy Now must build a mighty spire And she must build much higher to be free The fate of the witch Is emulation of man For she is neither madonna nor whore.