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 Eve, under the moon

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

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

naked on the wooden horse
Weights to her legs, what a holy
Her hands tied to her back
Her golden hair to black

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

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

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

Oh here they come again
Off the horse, strapado for a
Up she goes, higher and
crying, screaming: "Liars"

Confess, witch
Confess, you die

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

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