Torture (1629) — Mercyful Fate

Anna...was praying to a God She had betraved, 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 eas 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

Sitting naked on the wooden horse Weights to her legs, what a holy cross Her bloody hands tied to her back Her golden hair burned to black

Thumbscrews they had used To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more Of anything...anymore

Torture in the name of christ, confess, oh you witch Torture in the name of christ, you witch you...confess

Satan's mark...had slipped away They already searched her body twice today And it was all in vain

Oh Anna here they come again Off the horse, strapado for a friend Up she goes, higher and higher Anna's crying, screaming: Liars

Confess, confess witch Confess, before you die

Yes, yes, I am a witch, may Satan take you all

They dropped her from the ceiling To a foot above the floor Her arms and legs disjoined Screams of pain...then finally no...more