burn the witches, burn them burn them burn them for the sake of god
a witch sits in the needled chair with glowing eyes and reddish hair on wooden thorns her skin is bare her evil wisdom fills the air god gave that we care
the little children cry invain their tears pour like innocent rain and try to suffocate the fire and the flames are reaching higher
she gave the people herbs to heal she had a certain sex-appeal so it was easy to reveal that she was satan's whore her human face nothing but fake that's blasphemy for heaven's sake so she's now burning at the stake and she'll suffer even more
the people here don't understand that she gave them a helping hand she healed their wounds without disgust now she's not more than glowing dust