Torture (1629)

Anna... was praying to a God She had betrayed, 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 was 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 Solo: Shermann Sitting naked on the wooden horse Weights to her legs, what a holy cross>