| «He must be the root of all this misery
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| The ladies, whores, a Satan’s tool to send us to eternity
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| Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches
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| Let us tie them up to the stake — burn, witches, burn»
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| Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone
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| Of course it had to be the stranger
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| Following their wives at night they had found the orgies
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| Rituals to bring forth the powers of Hell
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| «How could you our beloved wives
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| Grant your bodies to be used to do evil
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| On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any
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| Follow us to the hills — burn, witches, burn»
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| First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher
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| Was sleeping off the exertions of the night
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| A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart
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| Sending him to join his master in the pits of Hell
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| The few women still considered faithful
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| Were told to stay at home
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| While the others were being marched to the hills
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| These women gathered…
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| The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills
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| Where huge bonfires were standing
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| Tied up to the stakes they were — naked to face the god
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| In tears they cried: «We were possessed!»
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| «In the name of the holy trinity
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| Be purified by these flames
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| We pray for your souls on your way to damnation
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| For all the evil you have done — burn, witches, burn» |