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Black smoke waves down the gathering place

In the front of the courthouse,

In the German town of Fulda this autumn day

One last time,

The executioner looks at the woman he has chained

His torch roams the bundles of firewood, beneath her feet

The audience pulls away.

From the heating fire, while the stench of burned flesh dominates

The woman's scream dies out

The pregnant woman has finally found her peace

Merga Bien was her name

Forced to confess that her child was spawned

By the Devil himself!

Worldwide lights the fire

While the cries of the tortured rise to the sky

In the echoes of the silent screams,

A mission began;

Relentless torture of wise women

Led by a beast, the regent of pigs

Balthasar von Dernbach was his name

Satisfied and smiling by his deed,

He watched the corpses melt away

One by one!

A cruel, fat, prickly-eyed snake,

Filled with anger and rage

Calling cards of his identity;

A narrow-minded jackal

With pretentious and arrogant posture accusing the women

The German schwein said;

"They swallow the seed from the great horned beast,

Great horned beast"

Dead and rotten, the flesh is gone

But in the echoes of the silent screams,

Your spirit I forever will torment

In the name of those who never got a voice