Poke the Flames

There stand three piles across the market place
All people come to see the flames
A smell of oil and wine is in the air
The mob is waiting see them stare

Wait for the glowing light the witches burn tonight

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The only way is the holy fire
To purify their souls
They are guilty no one can deny that
We have no remorse

They seduced men with their witchcraft eyes
They forced the witness to tell us lies
Under the torture they confessed it all
Brides of Satan that’s what they are

The inquisitions wrath the court had sealed their death

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Fires burning high
Filled a blood red sky
Poke the flames
Burn the witches
We must purify
Let all evil die
Save our souls
Burn the witches

The executor let the flames arise
All the sinful have to pay the price
Dance with the devil and you slowly burn
A lesson for them all to learn

They look so innocent touched by the devil’s hand

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You can see the tears fear is in their eyes
Helpless and resigned

And as the flames are raging higher
Screams of pain addicted to fire
Stench of burning flesh in the air now
With their last breath they will curse you

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Redeem thee... Chorus (repeat)