"Plague's upon us! Plague's upon us!"
In a ne'er beheld disorder
All to city gates are rushing,
All of them round Satanella
Crowding, massing, yelling, shouting,
"Burn at stake the witch of witches
Who, with blasphemy, attracted
Pestilence within our city."
Barely could defend the soldiers
With their sabres, shields and lances
Satanella, who between them
Proudly, spitefully is walking,
Round her lips a constant laughter,
And repeating as she passes
One refrain of song eternal
Vibrating throughout her being,
While its echo keeps returning
In her heart with voice unweakened,
"Roderigo! Roderigo!"
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