Shattering the quiet darkness, the angry mobs gathers on the hill
The tourch lit masses, come together at this night
Shouts of rage crack the air, screams of slander growing there
As the hatred in their hearts, makes their sanity tear
Burned at the stakes
Her wicked life they must takes
Burned at the stakes
Her soul doesn't die
Its merely set free to possess you and I
Them a nameless face, shouts out where they must go
To the widows house, always dark, forever hollow
They come without warning, they come without fear
Driven by an evil, more evil than the evil they fear
Grab her she must die
She is a witch another cries
Kill her for god's sake
Then she is taken away to be burned at the stakes
Watching out her wiwodow, as the time of death draws near
They have broken her spell, they sense her fear
They are coming to crucify her, her wicked life they must take
Conjuring all her powers, cant save her from burning at the stake