Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria
You know I’m so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smouldering eyes still scorch my soul

I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control

Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin

It’s not my fault
I’m not to blame
It is the gypsy girl, the witch who sent this flame

It’s not my fault
If in God’s plan
He made the Devil so much stronger than a man 

Protect me, Maria
Don’t let this siren cast her spell
Don’t let her fire sear my flesh and bone

Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Hellfire, dark fire
Now gypsy, it’s your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn

God have mercy on her
God have mercy on me
But she will be mine
Or she will burn

Webmaster - 28 September 2023