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statanix66 - The Parish and the Pyre

lyrics : The mud of the hamlet clung thick to her feet A girl of the shadows, with nothing to eat She gathered the herbs by the river’s low bend While Father Malachi prayed for her end He cornered her trapped by the old chapel stone With hands made of hunger and breath like a bone She spat on his robes, she rejected his lust And left him to simmer in envy and dust. ​ O, the cross is a weapon when held by a liar He’s lighting the torches, he’s building the pyre He screamed out "Enchantress!" to cover his shame And the village found comfort in feeding the flame. ​ They dragged her through gravel, they tore at her gown The "pious" and "righteous" of every small town With iron and rope, they lashed her to oak While Malachi smiled through the billowing smoke As the heat licked her ankles, she looked to the sky But no God of mercy would hear her death cry So she sank to the cellar of spirit and deep And woke up a Shadow that never shall sleep. ​ A chill hit the embers, the fire turned black The Devil leaned down with a hand on her back "They wanted a monster," he hissed in her ear "I’ll give them a vision of ultimate fear." He didn’t take life, he just sharpened her soul And handed the girl back the crown of control. ​ The priest was the first, and his end was a song Of ribcage and marrow pulled steady and strong She didn't use steel, she used only her will To make his own heartbeat a weapon to kill But the sweetest revenge wasn't blood on the floor It was singing a tune through the nursery door A hum in the rafters, a cloud in their heads As the children crawled out of their straw-matted beds. ​ With glass-heavy eyes and a dull, rhythmic pace They looked at their fathers with no spark of grace The kitchens grew quiet, then screams filled the night As small, shaking hands pulled the skin-seams too tight The "innocents" feasted on those who had cheered When the smoke of the girl in the sky disappeared By the light of the moon, every parent was flayed The price of the girl and the debt that they paid. ​ The village is silent, the chapel is gray The children are dancing in ash and in clay And high on the hill where the embers once glowed The Witch watches over the blood she was owed.