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

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

To be outside the womb?
We eagerly your response
And your best

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

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

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

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