Luyện nghe bài hát Torture (1629)

Anna...was to a God
She had betraved, so they
Some folk had seen her on a broom
All Hallows Eve, the moon

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

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

Sitting naked on the wooden
to her legs, what a holy cross
Her bloody hands to her back
Her hair burned to black

Thumbscrews had used
To crush tip of her fingers to a pulp
In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much
Of anything...anymore

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

mark...had slipped away
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, and higher
crying, screaming: "Liars"

Confess, witch
Confess, you die

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

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