No one walks these streets no more
They’re haunted some men say
The houses lock their windows tight
The tourists stay away
It is said a great tragedy happened right here
That none in the town tried to stop
On this very street a young girl was killed
Stoned to death by a blood thirsty mob
None recall why or who cast the first stone
But it’s a black-mark on all of their minds
They can’t even look into one another’s eyes
Without feeling the weight of their crime
It is a simple testament of what bloodlust can do
They’ve all lost a piece of their soul
But the entire history of this longstanding town
Has been redefined by the stoning of Rosanna Noel
