Anna... was praying to a God
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She had betrayed, so they said
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Some folk had seen her flying on a broom
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All Hallows Eve, under the moon
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The inquisitor had left her behind
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Gone for a bite, food on his mind
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The sun was slowly trying to hide
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Behind a town so full of pride
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A sight Anna would never see again
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Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch
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Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess
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Solo: Shermann
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Sitting naked on the wooden horse
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Weights to her legs, what a holy cross>
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Her bloody hands tied to her back
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Her golden hair burned to black
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Thumbscrews they had used
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To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp
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In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more
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Of anything... anymore
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Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch
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Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess
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Satan's mark... had slipped away
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They already searched her body twice today
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And it was all in vain
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Oh Anna here they come again
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Off the horse, strapado for a friend
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Up she goes, higher and higher
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Anna's crying, screaming: "Liars"
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Solo: Shermann-Wead
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Confess, confess witch
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Confess, before you die
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"Yes, yes, I am a witch, may Satan take you all"
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Solo: Wead
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They dropped her from the ceiling
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To a foot above the floor
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Her ams and legs disjointed
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Screams of pain... then finally no... more
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Torture (1629)
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| Mercyful Fate |
