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