Tortured! He'll find the truth You cannot hide, your ungodly harlot life No spell, nor curse Can mask the mark Your judgement awaits Desire thou whilst not sate
Burn at the stake, Ye filthy, wickan cunt
Confess now witch And your punishment shall be Less severe, as we'll break your fucking neck As for your tribe Consciously they'll endure Our conflagration
Burn at the stake Ye heathen, bastard witch
Witchfinder
Drown, hang or burn Ye idolater's demise Matters not, you made your choice now rot Your coven burns, your sisters are no more To hell they'll be sent
Confess to your sins, ye heathen bastard witch Bow before your one true God You will burn, your devilish misdeeds chastised May the lord hard mercy
"You are all of you confessed idolaters Awaiting the lord's inscrutable judgement The mark of Satan is upon you And you have been sentenced to...
DEATH" HANG, HANG, HANG, HANG
Your slow death embrace Your skin starts to blister and melt from your face Your passion for a lie Only your daemons her your cries
Confess to your sins, ye heathen bastard witch Bow before your one true God You will burn, your devilish misdeeds chastised May the lord hard mercyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
