Letras
A young maiden, turned to dust
Victim of the orthodox bloodlust
Blasphemous longings were said to be her burden
The Priest throws his torch
Fire, attacks the breathing corpse
The fire's rising high
In the night the witch's cry
Desperate screams fill the valley
The time has come to die
Flaky skin rains from heaven
Greedy wait the church's sons
The pyre brings forgiveness
To the sinner's mortal form
Pray for madness
Burn the maiden to a crisp
Break the neck, pierce the heart
Tear her limbs far apart
Clear cuts, devoured
On the stakes, a Christian feast
Black pious monsters
Wait for the virginial meal
Villagers and priests storm the pyre to receive
The still tender guts and cheeks of human sacrifice
Seasoned to taste
Innocent and sweet
By God it is their holy right to swallow the witch
Swallow the witch
Oh God, yes please
Swallow the witch
Oh God, yes please
Pray for madness
Burn the maiden to a crisp
A young maiden
Turned to dust
Victim of the orthodox bloodlust
Manic bigotry became her mortal enemy
The Priest spits out the bone
Devoured is the sinner's corpse
The fire is extinguished
The night's silent again
Desperate screams fill the valley
On the pyre nothing's left
There are only bones and incense, up there the young skull rests
All around the pyre lie, bulging bellies filled with flesh
Bulging bellies filled with flesh