She had the witchcraft in her, wonderful she looked and smelled   Many years she studied magic from the black and white side   Morgana was her name she lived in a time of hate   And she was the victim of the holy inquisition      I'm the pudge and I'm chaching you, you're in bound with Satan   Your body shall burn in three days at the funeral pile      Then she swore damnation to gods creation   An unholy curse she made against all the christians   Morganas curse beware of her force   Morganas curse it will follow you      In the tower she now sit waiting for her execution   Males of pain on her body torchured by the law   Her beloved family and her man screamed for freedom   But her love brought her the news that she'll die soon      "Now you're at the step to death but I will follow you soon   With my death we'll be as one you know that love never die"      With no fear she went to death when the flames came   With no screams she looked at them and spoke the words of the curse   Morganas curse beware of her force   Morgana curse with her love she died      [Morgana:]   Damned are you for the whole time   My curse it follows you   Plague and torchure for your life   Illnes and despair      Damned your children and their wives   They are spastic victims   The hand of death will get them   They shall not grow old