Lao Che - Wiedźma

"Pariah, in the name of law I command you to speak... nksufhdnxlwwąo".

Thither you'll see wilderness, the dark forest's backwoods, nurseries, swamps,
bulrushes, the stream's blue currents. Thence at the glen, one could spot her beyond the brook. Of seven versts from the village, in a hut
on the underpinning soil, with a raven on her shoulder, a wolf and stick at her side,
Clothed in a pall, lighting a spark beneath the vat, brewing of the month's infusion.
This - fool's parsley, hemlock, mistletoe, wormwood, scarlet toads, lovage, sow-thistle, grass snakes, bear's lard, her own saliva.
-All of this is digested with various herbs... a cloud of steam fills the hut.
When beside the beehive whom of the serfs had fitfully seen her, well - God's Glory -
he said, then spat, spat thrice beyond his shoulder and marked a cross in the air,
and he repeats just in case, so that she could not clothe herself as a bat, nor other variety of monster...
And not knowing - Why so? Because everyone knew, that although in solitude she lived, yet a kindly human she was...

Kto w Boha wiryt spasajte, hospody pomiłujte.
/Who believes in God rescue us, Lord, have mercy./
Kto w Boha wiryt spasajte, hospody pomiłujte.
/Who believes in God rescue us, Lord, have mercy./

Meanwhile for a birth contraction she was often summoned, to deliver childbirth, being taken as a midwife, until together as one the serf womb did not yield a cold fetus on her hands. Then hailed "Witch!", and evidence - countless. Thence she was seen on a broom, rising atop of Łysej Góry,
where after all
"She gave the goat weddings". "That infanticider stunk of sulfur! Surely the Devil's concubine,
She fell in with the Beelzebub!", "It's a Goblin! A Vampire!" - it was said at the bar.
And not knowing - Why so? Because everyone knew, that although in solitude she lived, yet a kindly human she was.
Meanwhile the Church was already performing exorcism,
However the crowd boiled: "On the stake! On the stake!"
The hens were not crowing yet, and already
the tongue of fire was licking her body beneath the cackling human choir, the nightjar with the tawny owl in the wilderness were shedding tears, giving the respectful midwife's sobs accompaniment.
When in the meantime fire painted stigmata and nimbus on the body of the "witch", and thereupon
bitter misanthropy was bursting from her mouth.

Devil's Concubine, let the fire digest your sins!

I swear, (I have been) cursed to black!
I swear, (I have been) cursed to black!
I swear, (I have been) cursed to black!
I swear, (I have been) cursed to black!
And I burn!
Burn!
(And I...) Burn!
Burn...!

Bute prokleni Lachy…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/Be cursed!./