
Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
The Witch Perished in Flames |
She blacks out |
When that question is asked by this vile animal |
Nearly suffocating on her vomit |
In front of the gloating cannibal |
She awakes in the cage |
Something has changed |
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage |
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife |
As long as the voice keeps whispering |
She will stay alive |
She is seriously considering suicide |
There is no doubt |
To kill herself is the only way out |
«I will be butchered and buried like my brother |
I’d rather cut my wrists just like my mother» |
Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before |
She consumes fear and despair |
Until she cares for suicide no more |
And so the embittered girl starts thinking |
Of ways to shove this witch into the oven |
«I will not die as his slave |
I’d rather die fighting, scared but brave» |
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir |
Are barricaded |
But hey! |
There is one way! |
A damn small chance to escape |
The front door can be unlocked with a key |
Which is attached to the black baton |
That the killer carries constantly… |
To beat up his slave repeatedly |
One night, when dinner time arrives… |
As always the killer puts the baton on the table |
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously |
He speaks: |
«Come here, have no fear |
Pour me some wine |
You’ll be just fine» |
That’s when she thinks: |
This moment is mine! |
Nervously walking towards him |
Holding the fork behind her back |
And whilst pouring the wine |
She uses all her strength |
To stab that fork deep into his neck |
She smashes the bottle on his head |
Yet before she can grab the key |
He pulls everything off the table |
Right before he hits the floor |
A broken kerosene lantern |
Leaking fuel causes a fire |
That quickly spreads through the room |
She picks up the key from the floor |
Rushes to the front door |
The killer drags himself forward |
Gargling on his own blood |
«Come back you fucking whore!» |
She smiles and locks the door |
She’s running through the woods |
Finally free |
But distracted by the screams of the burning witch |
She runs fast, straight into a tree! |
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