###The Ballad of Trina Papisten### (Instrumental intro) (A melancholic violin painting the winds of fear and war.) Verse 1: In Brilon she was born, with hair like flames, She followed her heart, leaving dreams and names. To Stolp she came, her skin pale as frost, But behind her, whispers of suspicion, all hope was lost. Chorus: Doomed, in the witch hunt’s cruel embrace, In the coldest nights, her silence screams through space. In a town where time was swept by the wind, She was judged for a magic that never did begin. Verse 2: Kathrin, with her herbs kept close, A knowledge drawn from shadows, from what she chose. But fate would bind her in fire’s fierce call, When the storm hit the fields and rain destroyed it all. Chorus: Doomed, in the witch hunt’s cruel embrace, In the coldest nights, her silence screams through space. In a town where time was swept by the wind, She was judged for a magic that never did begin. Bridge: She only sought to heal, But the world screamed “witchcraft” with zeal. In the hands of men, she was bound to the wheel, And fate sealed her path under a cold night’s steel. (Acoustic guitar solo) Verse 3: To prison she was taken, to the Witch’s Tower, Time crawled slowly, her heart filled with horror. The air was thick with the weight of old lies, And every breath she took was another unheard cry. Chorus: Doomed, in the witch hunt’s cruel embrace, In the coldest nights, her silence screams through space. In a town where time was swept by the wind, She was judged for a magic that never did begin. (Outro): The flames took her to the sky, But her spirit stayed, refusing to die. The last accused, in Stolp’s cold reign, Kathrin’s name echoes, forever in pain.
