Durham late summer 1666 In early morning hours a procession Escorting a condemned witch Walked towards the pyre chanting praises for their lord Soon the flames would purify this possessed soul Tied up to the stake he stood Surrounded by the chanting monks Spitting out words of hatred, disposal, and blasphemy Somehow surprising it was The sharpness of his tongue After weeks and weeks of torture, pain, and fright The attempts to teach him about Christ Died like fire in the rain The water that was used to baptise him Burnt like lost souls in Hell Which were the sins that led me here He asked when the torch hit the wood He saw nothing wrong with his actions Cursing neighbours and raping a nun The bitch wanted it so bad so I just helped her out The neighbours didn't die by my hand but by the power of Satan His explanations and vindications Died like fire in the rain The flames got hungrier Burning a wicked soul to Hell Take my word for it I shall return with my revenge Each one of you will burn a 1000 times more than me Your beloved ones and you will face my infernal wrath Believe me, hypocrites, you sure will soon see! These words were to be his last At least in his mortal days No one was sure whether he would Return or stay in Hell The chanting got louder and louder The flames higher and higher He screamed of agony and cursed Till he died and was sent to Hell In the vertigo of damnation He was spinning To meet his Master To be granted the powers Oh father grant me the powers To enable me to show thy mightiness To the feeble worms who dare to rebel against thee Rise my faithful servant Rise back to the Earth as my messenger With full authority So the witch returned To pay back the torment and shame With the raging Hellfire's Spewing forth death and pain All the region burnt down 'Til only ashes remained Satan's dominion Entered the world once again