Tell us, are all the tales true, Of people in the village facing strife with their crew? In the veins of your ancient healers, what flows? Can you restore and shatter love with your woes? You're already here, the reasons clear, Counting them won't be difficult, my dear. Smoke without fire, cross without Christ's attire, You'll confess all; the question, when will transpire? I can't tell you what I've never known, How to shed light when my soul is widely shown. No sense in silence; God sees all, it's true, In the dark depths of your eyes, is there no truth? What potion did you brew in your cauldron's fire? Can you fly on a broomstick at midnight's hour? Why summon bad weather and spread the plague? Why bring discord, a curse for love to engage? You're already here, the reasons clear, Counting them won't be difficult, my dear. Smoke without fire, cross without Christ's attire, You'll confess all; the question, when will transpire? I can't tell you what I've never known, How to shed light when my soul is widely shown. No sense in silence; God sees all, it's true, In the dark depths of your eyes, is there no truth? God always guarded my home's warm hearth, In the corner, by the icon, a candle's mirth. Why these loud phrases, the judgment that's dire? You're not servants of the Lord; you're executioners of fire. With the tolling of chains, the centuries' weight, Smoke without fire, cross without Christ's fate. I can't tell you what I've never known, How to shed light when my soul is widely shown. No sense in silence; God sees all, it's true, In the dark depths of your eyes, is there no truth?
