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In the time of the Lion, in the year 1696

So hard to see, who could be a witch?

An old story turned into the greatest nightmare

This isn't a hearing, this is more like warfare

In every corner, you could see the witches dance

Don't talk to her child, you'll find into a trance

Brought to the Brocken where they signed you in

Dancing with the Devil on a line so thin

Mary, Mary open up your eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

Mary, Mary open up their eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

In the time of the Lion, in the year 1696

An old lady stood accused for being a witch

Those salty tears upon her cheek didn't exist to them

They were about to judge her to death, those wicked men

Though the torture, she didn't confess a single sin

But the judges they knew, she was a witch within

So they judged her to death, by the flames of the stake

Couldn't they see that they were wrong, that it all was a mistake?

Mary, Mary open up your eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

Mary, Mary open up their eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

(Spoken:) "May god forgive our sins, for the things that we did,

and the things that we will do.

Lets just hope One day history will forgive us, the way we have forgiven it.

On that fateful day, in August 1696"

Mary, Mary open up your eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

Mary, Mary open up their eyes

For the sins of Eve, burn for her lies

In the time of the Lion, in the year 1696

It was so hard to see, anyone could be a witch

An old story turned into the greatest nightmare

But I never witnessed that, so why should I care?