Luyện nghe bài hát Torture (1629)

Anna...was to a God
She had betraved, so said
Some folk had her flying on a broom
All Hallows Eve, under the

The Inquisitor had left her
Gone for a bite, food on his
The sun eas trying to hide
Behind a town so of pride
A Anna would never see again

in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch
Torture in the of christ, you witch you...confess

Sitting on the wooden horse
to her legs, what a holy cross
Her bloody tied to her back
Her golden burned to black

Thumbscrews had used
To crush tip of her fingers to a pulp
In the torture chamber, she feel much more
Of anything...anymore

Torture in the of christ, confess, oh you witch
in the name of christ, you witch you...confess

Satan's mark...had slipped
They already searched her body twice
And it was all in

Oh here they come again
Off the horse, for a friend
Up she goes, higher and
Anna's crying, "Liars"

Confess, confess
Confess, you die

"Yes, yes, I am a witch, may take you all"

They her from the ceiling
To a above the floor
Her and legs disjoined
Screams of pain...then no...more