Burning Times

In the year of our lord, 1844

They came with their picks, and their clubs,

And their axes, and swords

Pointing their fingers and casting their stones

Wanting sins of the wicked atoned

In league with the devil accused of their crimes

Persecution in the Burning Times

The darkest days in all of history

Tried before council and forced

To renounce their beliefs

Claims of malice and blamed of heresy

Then tortured, then maimed, some burned, and

Some hung from a tree

The rise of the inquisitors' self-righteousness

To make all the witches confess

The Malleus Maleficarum recited

In the age known as the Burning Times

Seek them out... Hunt them down...

Burn them all, to the ground

Kill the witch... Kill' em all...

This genocide to watch them fall

This is the signs of the Burning times

The flames they rise in these Burning Times

In the year of our lord, 1844

They came with their picks, and their clubs,

And their axes, and swords

The hammer of witches... the shipwreck of souls

Their ashes to ashes... Their flesh in the coals...

The death bell tolls

The darkest days in all of history

Tried before council and forced

To renounce their beliefs

The rise of inquisitors' self righteousness

To make all the witches confess

In league with the devil accused of the crimes

In the age known as the Burning Times

The Burning Times...