Bound and gagged By her hair She is dragged To a fate of fame and pain. She was just She's done no harm, And still we lust To see her die in agony. God is pleased when we kill his enemies. The smell of burning flesh Fills the air around us. The heat is her defeat She lights our hearts with hope. Her inhuman screams Carried on the wind Tell all of mankind That the evil witch is dead. She seemed serene In the face of it. Through she could plainly see That her fate was sealed with certainty. We have made Orphans of Her little ones But God will take care for them. God is pleased when we kill his enemies.