Anna... was praying to a God

She had betrayed, so they said

Some folk had seen her flying on a broom

All Hallows Eve, under the moon



The inquisitor had left her behind

Gone for a bite, food on his mind

The sun was slowly trying to hide

Behind a town so full of pride

A sight Anna would never see again



Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch

Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess



Solo: Shermann



Sitting naked on the wooden horse

Weights to her legs, what a holy cross>

Her bloody hands tied to her back

Her golden hair burned to black



Thumbscrews they had used

To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp

In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more

Of anything... anymore



Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch

Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess



Satan's mark... had slipped away

They already searched her body twice today

And it was all in vain



Oh Anna here they come again

Off the horse, strapado for a friend

Up she goes, higher and higher

Anna's crying, screaming: "Liars"



Solo: Shermann-Wead



Confess, confess witch

Confess, before you die



"Yes, yes, I am a witch, may Satan take you all"



Solo: Wead



They dropped her from the ceiling

To a foot above the floor

Her ams and legs disjointed

Screams of pain... then finally no... more