In the old nights of summer
When Electric City wasn't born
Miracles happened in the old cabaret of the town
The lady mother of the Hunter
Was Madre Joana of the Thorns
She was the whore who built the eyes of this ground
She was married with Christ
She was Devil's wife
She was the prettiest woman ever seen
She had reasons to cry
But she still raise a smile
She was a rose that anyone else ever been
In the cold freedom of sinners
Madre Joana was chained
The queen of the art of satisfy women and men
Her name comes from the years
Her unquiet corpse remains
Born and died in a convent but lived like a hurricane
She was blessed by Christ
She had Devil's wise
She made the castle that became this city
She was burned alive
She's a ghost lost in time
She was the mother of the crime that took her from here
And now
In this night
She's standing right here by my door
The Ghost of Madre Joana came to me
And now
Once again
She's shaking my windows and floor
The Ghost of Madre Joana came to me
You give me life, I'll do the same for you
You make me sick, I'll do the same for you
