The twelve women confessed of course, a multitude of sins;
They had not bled at all it seemed, when pricked with little pins;
According to the documents they murdered little boys;
Summoned forth the West Wind to make a fearful noise;
Drank the blood of livestock which they had contrived to kill…
Burned the holy wooden cross stood upon the hill.
Crops they cursed and ravaged; with the Devil they did dance
And made young couples barren by potions from their plants.
The Court was packed so tightly that some people had to stand;
Every second day or so a bonfire was planned.
There were tests of deprivation as we shook the sleepy heads;
For in the slumbers’ absence a fresh breeze changed the beds
And whoever was not in the Book of Life was hurled into the Lake of Fire,
Left to cry wolf amid the flames and in the sweet water perspire.