Luyện nghe bài hát (notes From The Trial Of) La Curandera

Did you not quarter to the daemon
treatment to its wounds?
And you not consider it unnatural

To be born the womb?
We eagerly await your
And your defense

La is the young girl
In a dress of white
She dances on black sand in the
In her linen of white

Let us to dunk the witch in the river
and photograph the lye
So in the shadow of Cerebus her will reside

La is the young girl
In a linen dress of
She on black sand in the night
In her linen dress of

in the fire, mouthful of sand
King of the Briar, of sand
The scale and feather, the and key
The of weather, the beast at peace