かがくか しんこうか she holds the secret of the cure いぎょうの きょうかいせん ふれて a simple herb, a whispered prayer she's condemned for what they can't see witches, they say, a heretic's name Witches they pray, to a god of pain The witches are born of a medical claim The witches are burned in a fiery flame the knowledge they feared, the truth they erase they call it magic, a sin-filled grace a woman's wisdom, a healing hand exiled from their holy land witches, they say, a heretic's name Witches they pray, to a god of pain The witches are born of a medical claim The witches are burned in a fiery flame who is she? am I her? かがくか しんこうか かみか am I a witch? a doctor? いりょうの じっさいか what is truth, what is a lie? witches, they say, a heretic's name Witches they pray, to a god of pain The witches are born of a medical claim The witches are burned in a fiery flame she is me.
