Echoes From Fulda

Black smoke waves down the gathering place
In the front of the courthouse
In the german town of fulda this autumn day
One last time
The executioner looks at the woman he has chained
His torch roams the bundles of firewood beneath her feet
The audience pulls away
From the heating fire
While the stench of burned flesh dominates
The woman's screams die out
The pregnant woman has finally found hеr peace
Merga biеn was her name

Forced to confess that her child was spawned
By the devil himself
Worldwide lights the fire
While the cries of the tortured rise to the skies

In the echoes of the silent screams, a mission began
Relentless torture of wise women
Led by a beast, the regent of pigs
Balthasar von dernbach was his name
Satisfied and smiling by his deed
He watched the corpses melt away

One by one
A cruel, fat, prickly-eyed snake
Filled with anger and rage
Calling cards of his identity
A narrow-minded jackal

With pretentious and arrogant posture accusing the women
The german schwein said
They swallow the seed from the great horned beast
Great horned beast

Dead and rotten, the flesh is gone
But in the echoes of the silent screams
Your spirit I forever will torment
In the name of those who never got a voice