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Anna... was praying to a god |
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She had betrayed, so they said |
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Some folk had seen her flying on a broom |
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All hallows eve, under the moon |
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The inquisitor had left her behind |
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Gone for a bite, food on his mind |
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The sun was slowly trying to hide |
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Behind a town so full of pride |
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A sight anna would never see again |
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Torture in the name of christ, confess, oh you witch |
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Torture in the name of christ, you witch you... confess |
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Solo: shermann |
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Sitting naked on the wooden horse |
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Weights to her legs, what a holy cross> |
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Her bloody hands tied to her back |
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Her golden hair burned to black |
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Thumbscrews they had used |
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To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp |
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In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more |
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Of anything... anymore |
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Torture in the name of christ, confess, oh you witch |
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Torture in the name of christ, you witch you... confess |
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Satan's mark... had slipped away |
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They already searched her body twice today |
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And it was all in vain |
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Oh anna here they come again |
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Off the horse, strapado for a friend |
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Up she goes, higher and higher |
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Anna's crying, screaming: "liars" |
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Solo: shermann-wead |
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Confess, confess witch |
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Confess, before you die |
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"yes, yes, I am a witch, may satan take you all" |
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Solo: wead |
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They dropped her from the ceiling |
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To a foot above the floor |
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Her ams and legs disjointed |
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Screams of pain... then finally no... more |