Idioma Origen:
?It?s the sentence of the court that you be taken from here to the place of execution and there hanged by the neck until you are dead?
"May the Lord have mercy of your soul!"
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane
Told his coven gathered: ?Kill King James?
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping
Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
To bring his Danish bride to these Isles
They christened a cat in his name;
Threw it in a pond, no shame
A tempest was aroused, who should he blame
Hunt down those Witches, confess or die
Sink or swim, they?re guilty ? let?s hang ?em high
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land
Find them; burn them to the ground
Their souls condemned
Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial
The first great persecution of the British Isles
An imp sucks a spinster?s nipple
A hare drains milk from cattle
A clergy fornicate at a black dog?s ball
Pierce flesh with needles three inches in
If they scream they?re guilty, guilty as sin
3 covens slaughtered that night
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive
Interrogated at our first witch trials
Sentenced by the king of England
www.tunerankings.com
Idioma Destino:
?It?s the sentence of the court that you be taken from here to the place of execution and there hanged by the neck until you are dead?
"May the Lord have mercy of your soul!"
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane
Told his coven gathered: ?Kill King James?
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping
Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
To bring his Danish bride to these Isles
They christened a cat in his name;
Threw it in a pond, no shame
A tempest was aroused, who should he blame
Hunt down those Witches, confess or die
Sink or swim, they?re guilty ? let?s hang ?em high
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land
Find them; burn them to the ground
Their souls condemned
Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial
The first great persecution of the British Isles
An imp sucks a spinster?s nipple
A hare drains milk from cattle
A clergy fornicate at a black dog?s ball
Pierce flesh with needles three inches in
If they scream they?re guilty, guilty as sin
3 covens slaughtered that night
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive
Interrogated at our first witch trials
Sentenced by the king of England
www.tunerankings.com