Outside the Village all is still now The Villagers have all gone home to their Beds And are sound asleep Resting safely and righteous behind their locked Doors painted with Crosses now that another Witch is burned Everything is silent and nothing remains of the Witch Except for the Ashes and the Embers now dying But the Wind has started to blow and if you listen carefully You will hear the Laughter of the Witch resound in the Wind For there is her Spirit now, revengeful and restless… Waiting to return...