Many thousand good-nights my dearly beloved for never will I see you more
This thought is greater torture than any soul hath bore by God's sweet grace, or ancient lore
Innocent I've arrived innocent must die none have yet survived the death-inducing lie
The Priest is barred from my dark cell even though I knew him well
Before I was forced to confess to witchery under duress
My pleading, bone-whipped cries have chilled the grievous guards enough
To aid these shattered hands to scribe and tell you of my love
Promises of death's release seep like sweet, seductive speech weary with the agony
Six names said; stripped and bled mourning half a dozen dead
They’ll immolate a traitor forced to sin and throw the wretched ashes to the wind
My part on this world's stage is done I played it well for one so young
Dwell not on my sufferings I bore them for you
Forced to confess avowing to witchery under duress
Avowing to treachery Veronica, my sweet Veronica
