"He must be the root of all this misery The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to eternity Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches Let us tie them up to the stake - burn, witches, burn" Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone Of course it had to be the stranger Following their wives at night they had found the orgies Rituals to bring forth the powers of Hell "How could you our beloved wives Grant your bodies to be used to do evil On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any Follow us to the hills - burn, witches, burn" First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher Was sleeping off the exertions of the night A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart Sending him to join his master in the pits of Hell The few women still considered faithful Were told to stay at home While the others were being marched to the hills These women gathered... The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills Where huge bonfires were standing Tied up to the stakes they were - naked to face the god In tears they cried: "We were possessed!" "In the name of the holy trinity Be purified by these flames We pray for your souls on your way to damnation For all the evil you have done - burn, witches, burn"