Mercyful Fate

Anna...was praying to a God
She had betraved, 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 eas 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
Sitting naked on the wooden horse
Weights to her legs, what a holy cross
Her bloody hands tied to her back
Her golden hair burned to black
Thumbscrews they had used
To crush each tip of her fingers to a pulp
In the torture chamber, she couldn't feel much more
Of anything...anymore