Burn, Witches, Burn - Darkwoods My Betrothed

«He must be the root of all this misery

The ladies, whores, a Satan’s tool to send us to eternity

Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches

Let us tie them up to the stake — burn, witches, burn»

Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone

Of course it had to be the stranger

Following their wives at night they had found the orgies

Rituals to bring forth the powers of Hell

«How could you our beloved wives

Grant your bodies to be used to do evil

On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any

Follow us to the hills — burn, witches, burn»

First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher

Was sleeping off the exertions of the night

A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart

Sending him to join his master in the pits of Hell

The few women still considered faithful

Were told to stay at home

While the others were being marched to the hills

These women gathered…

The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills

Where huge bonfires were standing

Tied up to the stakes they were — naked to face the god

In tears they cried: «We were possessed!»

«In the name of the holy trinity

Be purified by these flames

We pray for your souls on your way to damnation

For all the evil you have done — burn, witches, burn»