"The Witch Perished In Flames" lyrics
She blacks out
When that question is asked by this vile animal
Nearly suffocating on her vomit
In front of the gloating cannibal
She awakes in the cage
Something has changed
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife
As long as the voice keeps whispering
She will stay alive
She is seriously considering suicide
There is no doubt
To kill herself is the only way out
"I will be butchered and buried like my brother
I'd rather cut my wrists just like my mother"
Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before
She consumes fear and despair
Until she cares for suicide no more
And so the embittered girl starts thinking
Of ways to shove this witch into the oven
"I will not die as his slave
I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave"
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
Are barricaded
But hey! There is one way!
A damn small chance to escape
The front door can be unlocked with a key
Which is attached to the black baton
That the killer carries constantly...
To beat up his slave repeatedly
One night, when dinner time arrives...
As always the killer puts the baton on the table
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously
He speaks:
"Come here, have no fear
Pour me some wine
You'll be just fine"
That's when she thinks:
This moment is mine!
Nervously walking towards him
Holding the fork behind her back
And whilst pouring the wine
She uses all her strength
To stab that fork deep into his neck
She smashes the bottle on his head
Yet before she can grab the key
He pulls everything off the table
Right before he hits the floor
A broken kerosene lantern
Leaking fuel causes a fire
That quickly spreads through the room
She picks up the key from the floor
Rushes to the front door
The killer drags himself forward
Gargling on his own blood
"Come back you fucking whore!"
She smiles and locks the door
She's running through the woods
Finally free
But distracted by the screams of the burning witch
She runs fast, straight into a tree!
When that question is asked by this vile animal
Nearly suffocating on her vomit
In front of the gloating cannibal
She awakes in the cage
Something has changed
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife
As long as the voice keeps whispering
She will stay alive
She is seriously considering suicide
There is no doubt
To kill herself is the only way out
"I will be butchered and buried like my brother
I'd rather cut my wrists just like my mother"
Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before
She consumes fear and despair
Until she cares for suicide no more
And so the embittered girl starts thinking
Of ways to shove this witch into the oven
"I will not die as his slave
I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave"
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
Are barricaded
But hey! There is one way!
A damn small chance to escape
The front door can be unlocked with a key
Which is attached to the black baton
That the killer carries constantly...
To beat up his slave repeatedly
One night, when dinner time arrives...
As always the killer puts the baton on the table
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously
He speaks:
"Come here, have no fear
Pour me some wine
You'll be just fine"
That's when she thinks:
This moment is mine!
Nervously walking towards him
Holding the fork behind her back
And whilst pouring the wine
She uses all her strength
To stab that fork deep into his neck
She smashes the bottle on his head
Yet before she can grab the key
He pulls everything off the table
Right before he hits the floor
A broken kerosene lantern
Leaking fuel causes a fire
That quickly spreads through the room
She picks up the key from the floor
Rushes to the front door
The killer drags himself forward
Gargling on his own blood
"Come back you fucking whore!"
She smiles and locks the door
She's running through the woods
Finally free
But distracted by the screams of the burning witch
She runs fast, straight into a tree!
Writer(s): Clemens Wijers, Dennis P V Droomers, Ivo Y G M Wijers
