1665 - The Last Pyre Lyrics

The raven flew upon the pyre of damnation
Looked down at victim of bloodthirsty priest
She was a foul one, the devil's creation
Destined to die as the daughter of beast

Crowd was demanding for blood on that night
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right

This day was darkest that they could remember
They said that was fault of almighty's wrath
"Our ground is cursed" they were crying and weeping
But her death shall free us once and for all

Crowd was demanding for blood on that night
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
Curse must be cut to end
Her end!
The crowd was screaming louder

Burn Witch! Burn!
Die Witch! Die!
Rot Witch! Rot!
Burn Witch! Burn!

The ashes flow in the air with the cold wind
This place remembers all cruelty done
Last slaughter done here the stain that will remain
Of the last witch burned in land of the pure.

Crowd was demanding for blood on that night
It didn't matter if it's wrong or right
Curse had to be cut to end
Her end!
The crowd was screaming louder

Burn Witch! Burn!
Die Witch! Die!
Rot Witch! Rot!
Burn Witch! Burn!