Witchunters came riding at the first sign of dawn Bringing torches they ride under the shining moon Called by the priests to imprison the one From whom there's nowhere to hide!
The burning count!
Her crystal ball, lays the future unvailed She brings disease if she wants to Descend from hell!She will bring no more pain Let the procedure commence, death by fire
Burn you child of satan and rest in pain "No I'm innocent!Im not his slave" Burn you witches, don't you never come back "Please i beg you, my soul ain't black"
Fall to your knees for the mercyful one The burning court never fail Our judgment hammer let justice be done The burning court prevail!
The burning court!
Burn you child of satan and rest in pain "No I'm innocent!Im not his slave" Burn you witches, don't you never come back "Please i beg you, my soul ain't black"
Walpurgisnights you were seen as you flew On a broomstick you fly The obsence kiss to confirm you'd be true was given to him with pride. You dwell in evil, now justice will win Now your sentence is read You will burn, you must pay for your sins! "You'll burn till you are dead!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
