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A cart rolled through the town And people all around Gathered for the burning of the witch They grit their teeth in anger They raise their arms in fear The burning stake was ready for that bitch Singing burn her Burn her Burn her to the ground Singing burn her sins Burn her pride Burn her till she dies They tie her to the stake People shout abuse they want to hear the sizzling of her flesh She looks at them and curses each one of them in town the execution flame put to the ground Singing burns her . . . You cannot see her body Smoke is all around all you hear is the sizzling of her flesh Fire burns so quickly Smoke begins to clear Preacher man stood up, announced her dead Singing burn her . . . x2
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Well there was a darkened grave at night Yeah my thoughts are wild and out of sight I heard a noise seep from the grave Satan's come for me, turn around As the old man shape? His skin was sick 'n gray now With bulging rage and burning sins Could not stand them more now To myself, oh what can I do? The last thing here is blindness? Can he not find me? Why did he lie to me? Don`t you go away now Satan said, "Now can you sleep." Come with me, my towns free Child of mine, you will be Sex with girls, you know? As the old man... Need some time Satan you got mine Fine to be Child of he Our fortune bright Grieving wives God`s not here Satan`s near Hands a rose Saved from now Mercy he cried But was it denied?
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
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