7 acessos
A dreadful wizard he be
set to hang upon high
thoughts of hanging noose & tree
to threats of these he will not shy
Confessions he will not make
his soul will not plea
Before the magistrates he did stand
but the treat was made of stone
to lay upon his chest by hand
a slow death by crushed brawn & bone
Confessions he will not make
his soul will not plea
More & more & more he cried
"Lay upon me with your stones"
More & more & more he cried
"I will never damn my soul"
More & more & more he cried
"More & more until I die"
More & more & more he cried
"I soon to heaven will fly"
...fly...