Dance of the pagan, scent of the hell fire Burn the witch, that's what the town said Tie her up, she will lie dark spells upon us Save the town Dance of the pagan, scent of the hell fire Born again in Salem's slaughter Weighed and measured Curse of horned god's twisted vision Pain and pleasure Searing eyes watch from a distance Wait to light that dreaded stake Speak in tongues the father's daughter Speak the laws of hypocrisy In the end the trials of witches Burned in such obscurity Searing eyes watch from a distance Wait to light that dreaded stake Speak in tongues the father's daughter Speak the laws of hypocrisy Depictions of hell displayed Leaves the filth in hostile waste These are the days of demons Shoved in a bigot's soul They smell her body and laugh into the night Burn the witch, that's what the town said Tie her up, she will lie dark spells upon us Save the town Out with your laws, take what you can Out with your laws, leave while you can Evil thought process Leave while you canTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
