I see the smoke I see the fire I feel the heat of a burning pyre I hear the screams Given forth long ago I see the body to ashes is gone Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by For you may be the next to die They wrap you up in a big white sheet From your head down to your feet They put you in a big black box And cover you up with dirt and rocks I see the charred, wood swept away From where the burning body lays Memory poisoned Body burned The witch's lesson has been learned