Witch-Trial

The insane voices of the wind is calling her

as she hides from accusation of witchcraft

if she's caught, she'll be buried in cursed black earth

and receive a whores' ride to hell

May she burn, turn to ashes

so she can't hurt us no more

may he feast upon her soul

She's a witch, she's a demonchild

a worshipper of darkness

begone o' bride of Satan

Feed the flames o' evil witch

though Satan knew you did you best

to satisfy his need for flesh

you will become his slave in hell

burn in darkness evil one

and stay in hell where you belong

Purifying blood red grace

will send you to the evil place

Oh hear their sick laughter echo in the night

feel the cat's eyes hold you in sight

and as darkness intrudes by the lake

shall their screams keep you awake

See flames from below

your wooden floor devotes to the fire

Ending coming close

The smoke and smell of burning flesh

unites with the heavens

tear the skies

making forms of skulls in agony and pain

and the trees stripped from leaves

falling down into the void where women are burned

Did we stick to an error?

Oh, I thought she was the one

the leader of them all

but I think we made a mistake

sending her to hell

Oh, when will they realize

beneath the starlit skies

There are no witches alive today

There never was any

The countless girls you burned at stake

were only innocent fakes

You know, you'll burn in hell for this

another lamb for the flames to kiss

Oh, you thought I was the one

another witch is gone

but never ever will you find

salvation in heaven

Malleus maleficarum