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Tonight, tonight there is a fire

A fire of a thousand flames

We build dozens of pyres

To execute the will of god

Collect the wood and pile it up

The whole village will come to watch

The witches will burn on the stack

A spectacle we will never forget

Our children will dance

Our wives will laugh

And everybody gathers

Around the funeral pile

We dance, we sing, we kill

And all are pleased by the screams

Around the funeral pile

Bring the witches and tie them to the pile

We can't wait to celebrate

Fill our glasses with sweet wine

And the sky will be bathed in red shine

The fire burns and the witches too

This is justice, this is the truth

The screams are like music

You hear them in the night

Fear the inquisition's might

We can smell the burning flesh

The cries fall silent

The fire still burns in our hearts

This is the end of a cult

Tonight, tonight there is a fire

A fire of a thousand flames

We build dozens of pyres

To execute the will of god

Our children will dance

Our wives will laugh

And everybody gathers

Around the funeral pile

Accused of witchcraft and sorcery

You have the witches' mark

If you sup up with the devil

You end up on the funeral pile

We dance, we sing, we kill

And all are pleased by the crimes

Executed on the funeral pile