1. THE FEAR OF BEING CRUSHED

Mesmerized by distant clouds
Which arrive majestically,
Bringing silent thunder here

Oppressive feelings fill my head
But crying will not help me now
When I sense the rise of fear

What could be worse than loneliness ?
Being without a soul to touch ?
Crushed by life's uncertainty

Like a knife-stab from the rear
When I read between her lines;
Now my horrors talk to me

How can it be that tomorrow brings me more light ?
When all that I see is barren waste, devoid of any meaning
The empty stare in her eyes reveals me that she is gone
But all I think of is the way she used to touch me

I am so tired to be constantly facing my fears
I am done with the pressures of my life, constructed by my mind
I am so tired I can't handle the thought of being free
Release me from crushing certainty and leave our pain behind


2. THE HEXENHAMMER

The familiars of the devil,
Cursed succubi of Astaroth
Blessed by the four demons,
To wage war on Christ

The Hexenhammer...
The witches bane !
The Hexenhammer...
Satanic, profane

By Astarte, the witches gather;
Their cauldron bubbles !
And spells are recited :
"Amon and Barbatos"

The Hexenhammer...
The witches bane !
The Hexenhammer...
Satanic, profane

Warlocks, witches, gather 'round in black
Devils, gorgons, Satan's minions attack


3. BURNING A SINNER

A cart rolled through the town
And people all around
Gathered for the burning of the witch
They grit their teeth in anger
They raise their arms in fear
The burning stake was ready for that bitch

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Singing burn her
Burn her
Burn her to the ground
Singing burn her sins
Burn her pride
Burn her till she dies

They tie her to the stake
People shout abuse
They want to hear the sizzling of her flesh
She looks at them and curses
Each one of them in town
The execution flame put to the ground

[Chorus]

You cannot see her body
Smoke is all around
All you hear is the sizzling of her flesh
Fire burns so quickly
Smoke begins to clear

Preacher man stood up, announced her dead

[Chorus] (x2)