Witchfinder

Sink or float
We see the form of a goat
River doth judge

Upon what do you fix?
We shall name thee a strix
Feed on the sludge

Find yourself in flight
Round in circles at night
Twix't hell and earth
You've never even given birth
The mark on your side
Proves that you're a bride
With his darkness
You'll take your final ride

In flames
You'll utter no more names
Your malefica
Has taken its toll

In flames
You'll utter no more names
Your malefica
Has taken its toll
May God judge lightly your soul

Loose of the tongue
We'll have thee hung
Your your hands are idle

Parcel of land without a man?
Only by the devil's brand
For you, the scold's bridle

You've made a pact unholy
Reveal your nature slowly
Round the circle again
You and he are t'wain
Black words do you incant
Steal the breath of an infant
In this darkness
You'll take your final ride

In flames
You'll bring us no more shame
Your heresy
Has taken its toll

In flames
You'll bring us no more shame
Your heresy
Has taken its toll
May God judge lightly your soul

Burn