Maybe every year veiling in the coat St. Master of the church Sinking like a witness on the chair Of the strange murder Inside the mind of people, the master of inquisition Has his position, they give even their life for his bliss But let him go on to rule He will change the love of people in pain The laugh is resounding from the darkness This monstrosity tends towards the hell To the executioner with him Stake is burning and a thick fog Is crossed by screaming and crying Of innocent girls at wooden stake Must be sacrificed The fire became their arms and now They have their sacrifice They are burning witches, maybe The paradise will be waiting for them The inquisitioner rubs his hands The execution was successful The spite is living only in his heart