You Will Never Burn All The Witches Lyrics

on the first sun rays of the morning
a huge crowd gathered on the square
in front of the fucking church
the inquisitors and the cardinals sitting on a podium
waiting for the woman sentenced to punishment
that will be lead by the executioner
the witch then will be tied to a poll
where a pile of firewood
was eager to consume the body of the heretic
erased through fire
the woman's head was covered, hooded
and was tied by the hands
she was driven through the crowd
the crowd that insulted her, screaming fanatically
punishing the heretic
the flames slowly burning the body
at the end, just ashes
spread by the cold winds
who will be next?
the holy fire is not extinguished
but will never burn all the witches...