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Thick mist is everywhere
Noise and screams around
The night of great assize
They execute the witch – the king’s daughter

The figures in black stood around
Holding torches at the ready
Her blood brother was reading the order
Calling her the Satan’s whore

Moans and misereres
Means nothing for the inquisitor’s
Everyone abjured her
And her faith is foreclosed

They will put the Satan’s mask
Which will fulgurate her face to the bone
That is the judgement of the church
For the Lucifer’s communication

In the mortal agony
She gives malediction to everyone
Devil speaks with her lips
Wreaking horror in human’s hearts

Thick mist is everywhere
Noise and screams around
The night of great assize
They execute the witch – the king’s daughter

But the rage of the crowd doesn’t calm down

And now the witch is dead
But the rage of the crowd doesn’t calm down
They carry her to the bonfire
Fear and hate inspire them

But the rage of the crowd doesn’t calm down

And now the witch is dead
But the rage of the crowd doesn’t calm down
They carry her to the bonfire
Fear and hate inspire them

The witch is burning – the people exult
But Lucifer sent thunderbolt
And then the rain rushed
Broke off this ugly ritual

But the rage of the crowd doesn’t calm down
They carry her to the bonfire

And the witch lifted in spirits
She wreaked death an havoc
The human’s voices abated to the end of time
There’s only black mist everywhere