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How dare you twist the words of thy creator.

With these blaspheme deeds of yours most foul,

You whore of Nisroch who dances with fiends,

You, you shall shiver before the wrath of god on your soul

Confess witch!

Confess!

...Let these scorching steeltongues lick thee clean

for the purest thoughts can only come through the hottest flames

Repent!

Thy sordid sorcerous coven exposed

Repent!

Witness vigor of pyre aroused

Confess witch!

Confess or burn!

Fell these scourging blades, mere instruments of god.

But still, still you defy him!

It matters not! Your dying scream shall praise our lord

You shall burn!

So when sun turned her eyes from judgement,

virago possessed begged for mercy

In the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost

as a witch... she was burned!