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In the forest at the hill Something wicked has been found Rumors of a witches skill A story goes around "Go and get her!" they yell As the fear turns to hate "We'll take that bitch to hell An end her vicious fate" Through the dawn By the light of the full moons eyes Now all is gone Like the ashes blown by the wind Burn! Burn at the stake Burn! For heaven's sake In the early morning light She was taken into town The judge proclaims the sentence "To die on holy ground" The wine runs like blood On this glorious bright day The hot tar and dry wood Her poor soul flies away Aus Songtexte Mania