It was a dark age where right and wrong was at the mercy of the church.
Fear and superstition led to the brutal persecution of those branded as witches.
Innocent lives were engulfed by the flames of ignorance, and voices of the falsely accused were silenced by the relentless pursuit of purity and greed.
Remember, because real witches never existed, but the persecution and branding of people who think and feel differently is still a reality!

In the shadows of the old town square,
Lies a tale of fear and despair.
Innocence burned by the fire's light,
Branded as witches in the dead of night.

They cried out to the heavens above,
But their pleas were drowned in the flames of love.
By the church's hand, their fate was sealed,
In the name of faith, their truth concealed.

Burn evil witch, burn, burn!
Burn evil witch, burn, burn!

Through the whispers of the midnight air,
Accusations flew without a care.
Mothers and daughters, sisters all,
Forced to their knees by a righteous call.

They cried out to the heavens above,
But their pleas were drowned in the flames of love.
By the church's hand, their fate was sealed,
In the name of faith, their truth concealed.

Burn evil witch, burn, burn!
Burn evil witch, burn, burn!

Torches blazing, shadows cast,
Innocent souls breathing their last.
Echoes of sorrow, pain untold,
Stories of witches, brave and bold.

In the ashes, their memory stays,
A reminder of darker days.
Judged by fear, and blind belief,
Their lives consumed by endless grief.

They cried out to the heavens above,
But their pleas were drowned in the flames of love.
By the church's hand, their fate was sealed,
In the name of faith, their truth concealed.

Burn evil witch, burn, burn!
Burn evil witch, burn, burn!

May we remember, may we see,
The cost of our blind sanctity.
For in the night, the witches' cry,
Echoes still, though time goes by.

They cried out to the heavens above,
But their pleas were drowned in the flames of love.
By the church's hand, their fate was sealed,
In the name of faith, their truth concealed.

They cried out to the heavens above,
But their pleas were drowned in the flames of love.
By the church's hand, their fate was sealed,
In the name of faith, their truth concealed.

Burn evil witch, burn, burn!
Burn evil witch, burn, burn!

May we remember, may we see,
The cost of our blind sanctity.
For in the night, the witches' cry,
Echoes still, though time goes by.

May we remember, may we see,
The cost of our blind sanctity.
For in the night, the witches' cry,
Echoes still, though time goes by.