In the old nights of summer When Electric City wasn't born Miracles happened in the old cabaret of the town The lady mother of the Hunter Was Madre Joana of the Thorns She was the whore who built the eyes of this ground She was married with Christ She was Devil's wife She was the prettiest woman ever seen She had reasons to cry But she still raise a smile She was a rose that anyone else ever been In the cold freedom of sinners Madre Joana was chained The queen of the art of satisfy women and men Her name comes from the years Her unquiet corpse remains Born and died in a convent but lived like a hurricane She was blessed by Christ She had Devil's wise She made the castle that became this city She was burned alive She's a ghost lost in time She was the mother of the crime that took her from here And now In this night She's standing right here by my door The Ghost of Madre Joana came to me And now Once again She's shaking my windows and floor The Ghost of Madre Joana came to me You give me life, I'll do the same for you You make me sick, I'll do the same for you