He was present all executions
He got excited watching the tortures
And loved that smell of blood
That really made he fool happy
Under the blade, into the fire
Extracting confessions
Be was cursed before the old witch’s life
Was reaped she stared at his eye
And grinding one’s teeth
Placed a curse on him
At the moment he could fell soul
Burning in hell
Under the blade, into the fire,
Extracting confessions
Every night terrible nightmares
Torment his sleep
He hears voices coming from hell
Singin'satanic ballad