| Song | Mystic Lady |
| Artist | Saint Vitus |
| Album | Hallow's Victim |
| Black smoke rising | |
| From the stain of unearthly charred remains | |
| Sweet young maiden | |
| Blond and fair | |
| Was a witch so we burned her there | |
| As she burned she laughed out loud | |
| From the sky fell a bloody shroud | |
| As we gasped and gazed | |
| With astonished eyes | |
| Mystic Lady began to rise | |
| Nothing grows here anymore | |
| We painted crucifixes on our doors | |
| Mystic Lady's spirit lives | |
| We took her life so ours we give |