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