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
