Soon here will be so smokily, we will cremate your sorrow!
'Cause Tomas Torquemada's dream is witch to die tomorrow!
But not enough patience to wait, no sand to borrow,
He will inflame bodies today and hell is lose to follow!
The other witch will die tomorrow
And this witch will die today!
This witch will die today,
And other witch will die tomorrow!
Sitting in dark place alone, so sick of hatred,
Craving to burn witches left, philopophize it's fated.
Sins of yours grown too bad, jury cannot ignore them,
So dead will dance on your remains to celebrate this salem!
So burn all your fires, burn, let these flames go higher!
'Cause Tomas Torquemada's dream is set this witch on fire!
So she will die here today, other will die tomorrow!
Steal her soul to swallow!
The other witch will die tomorrow
And this witch will die today!
This witch will die today,
And other witch will die tomorrow!
