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Witchfinder

Circle Spectre Haunting
Tortured! He'll find the truth
You cannot hide, your ungodly harlot life
No spell, nor curse
Can mask the mark
Your judgement awaits
Desire thou whilst not sate

Burn at the stake,
Ye filthy, wickan cunt

Confess now witch
And your punishment shall be
Less severe, as we'll break your fucking neck
As for your tribe
Consciously they'll endure
Our conflagration

Burn at the stake
Ye heathen, bastard witch

Witchfinder

Drown, hang or burn
Ye idolater's demise
Matters not, you made your choice now rot
Your coven burns, your sisters are no more
To hell they'll be sent

Confess to your sins, ye heathen bastard witch
Bow before your one true God
You will burn, your devilish misdeeds chastised
May the lord hard mercy

"You are all of you confessed idolaters
Awaiting the lord's inscrutable judgement
The mark of Satan is upon you
And you have been sentenced to...

DEATH"
HANG, HANG, HANG, HANG

Your slow death embrace
Your skin starts to blister and melt from your face
Your passion for a lie
Only your daemons her your cries

Confess to your sins, ye heathen bastard witch
Bow before your one true God
You will burn, your devilish misdeeds chastised
May the lord hard mercy