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Sinister flare, the northern light in the sky.

The shine of the moon guides through the night.

Crackle of flames, heat of the night she can't deny,

The sparks are blown by the wind…

Sister Lisbeth, once servant of the god,

No more trapped by the lord.

Now she's ready to flee the holy halls,

Break through the monastery walls!

No witch can resist the call of the blaze.

Soon she will walk into the flames!

The Devil's fire!

Burning brighter!

After nocturnal journey just before the dawn, Next to the pyre now she stands.

She feels the heat sweet gentle devil's touch, It's all set for the leap.

It must be done before the sun rises for the new day.

She takes the step, now set her free,

'Take me home' she screams!

No witch can resist the call of the blaze.

Soon she will walk into the flames.

The Devil's fire!

Burning brighter!

Flames lick her holy flesh.

Wash away all the pest.

Get rid off the jesus christ.

Who is only the lord of lies!