There's nothing wrong with the child She's breaking a fever And it scared you when she acted wild Like hell was inside her It's your superstition that's telling you so (Lyndia) Trembling hands bind the witches you chose (Lyndia will take the blame) I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to you Lyndia will take the blame They gathered sticks from the woods And started a fire Not a question of whether they should Condemn the outsider Your superstition has made up it's mind Tied to the stake is a clean sacrifice I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to you Lyndia will take the blame What a wicked place What a wicked place Lyndia's to blame What a wicked world What a wicked world Lyndia's to blame I don't want it, but I don't want to lie to you Lyndia will take the blame