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Anna... was praying to a God
She had betrayed, so they said
Some folk had seen her flying on a broom
All Hallows Eve, under the moon
The inquisitor had left her behind
Gone for a bite, food on his mind
The sun was slowly trying to hide
Behind a town so full of pride
A sight Anna would never see again
Torture in the name of Christ, confess, oh you witch
Torture in the name of Christ, you witch you... confess
Solo: Shermann
Sitting naked on the wooden horse
Weights to her legs, what a holy cross>
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