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 slowly trying to
Behind a town so full of
A Anna would never see again

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

Sitting naked on the 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 feel much more
Of anything...anymore

in the name 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, higher and
crying, screaming: "Liars"

Confess, confess
Confess, you die

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

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