Video de (Notes From The Trial Of) La Curandera

Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to his 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, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, 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, in a linen dress of white
She dances on black sand in the night
In her linen dress, in her linen dress of white

Bird in the fire, Mouthful of sand
King of the brier, Mouthful of sand
The scale and feather, Lock and key
Lord of weather, The beast at peace

Shed not a tear for humanity
Go fetch my stars
Shed not a tear for humanity
God fetch my stars