Anna... was praying to a God She had betrayed, so they said Some folk had seen her flying on a broom All Hallows Eve, under the moon The inquisitor had left her behind Gone for a bite, food on his mind The sun was slowly trying to hide Behind a town so full of pride A sight Anna would never see again Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess Sitting naked on the wooden horse Weights to her legs, what a holy cross Her bloody hands tied to her back Her golden hair burned to black Thumbscrews they had used To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more Of anything... anymore Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess Satan's mark... had slipped away They already searched her body twice today And it was all in vain Oh Anna here they come again Off the horse, strapado for a friend Up she goes, higher and higher Anna's crying, screaming: "Liars" Confess, confess witch Confess, before you die "Yes, yes, I am a witch, may Satan take you all" They dropped her from the ceiling To a foot above the floor Her ams and legs disjointed Screams of pain... then finally no... moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
