| She’s the one who burned me at the stake | 
| Sweet girl | 
| Lacked by vision kneeling on her bed | 
| Dark cloudy eyes foreseeing obsession | 
| Beautiful and willful | 
| It seems those years | 
| I’ve been lying on a spell-bound bed | 
| Haunted, disappointed, down | 
| Like a daemon obsessed waiting for dawn | 
| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent | 
| It seems the night has brought her unrest | 
| She was kissed, caressed, loved | 
| Sweat screaming in mourning | 
| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent | 
| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent | 
| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent | 
| I’ve been writhing, feeling her scent | 
| She was a swear, she was my girl | 
| And I was that saint Lucifer | 
| Beautiful and willful | 
| She’s the one who burned me in that stake | 
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no | 
| She was a swear, she was my girl | 
| And I was that saint Lucifer | 
| Beautiful and willful | 
| She was the one who burned me in that stake | 
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no | 
| Lacked by vision kneeling on her bed | 
| Dark cloudy eyes foreseeing obsession | 
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no, no, no | 
| Haunted, disappointed, down | 
| Like daemon obsessed waiting for dawn | 
| Haunted, disappointed, down | 
| Like daemon obsessed waiting for dawn | 
| Dawning for a sweet girl, no, no | 
| Sweet girl, for a sweet girl |