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It's the darkened years,<br />superstition's flying high.<br />There is pain, there is fear<br />in the poverty's sigh.<br /><br />Preachers on a frightening spree,<br />of demons and hell's fire.<br />Warning of the devil's decree<br />in all sinful disires.<br /><br />A boy have just arrived,<br />an orphan he's become<br />from adultery and incest and witchery.<br />to the seething alleys<br />of quarrels and discord,<br />a storm cloud has finally gathered.<br /><br />Discussions long into the night,<br />about the dark one's diabolical scheme.<br />Children they listen and they dream<br />well-fed nightmares of similar theme.<br /><br />Imaginations out of control.<br />For each morning they tell more and more.<br />-Summon the new boy for a watch<br />he have seen the signs of evil before.<br /><br />-There is the devil's bride,<br />rode on the goat astride.<br />God save us from satan's firm hand!<br />There is the torture witch,<br />poked us with glowing sticks.<br />God save us from satan's allies.<br /><br />-In the name of our lord I'm harmless.<br />-Confess your sins to our christ!<br />-I can't confess to what children dream.<br />Prejudiced tongues has twisted<br />their minds before your eyes.<br />-Silence, you whore of the dark one,<br />save your soul and repent what you've done<br /><br />Accuse the poor<br />and get a tap on the head<br />-You truley are a blessed child,<br />she will burn in iron upon the stake.<br />Accuse the countess<br />and get a slap in the face.<br />-You aught to know a noble's rang,<br />she's too venerable for you poor fool.<br /><br />-Speed up the pace.<br />Chanting the praise<br />ever higher.<br />Hysteric ball:<br />-Sentence them all to the fire!<br /><br />One day the boy confessed his lies.<br />-I know nothing about<br />the witche's ways.<br />One after one they all came forth.<br />-Rather informers than burn<br />at the end of the day.<br /><br />-There is the wicked tongue,<br />from indolence it sprung.<br />God save us from sinister minds!<br />There is the fiendish flock,<br />all limbs are chained and locked.<br />God save us from sinister minds!<br /><br />There is the serpent's fang,<br />from where the evil sprang.<br />God save him from the dark of hell!<br />There is the boy aflame<br />ending his fancied game.<br />God save him from satan's demons!

Letra nueva de la canción

It's the darkened years,<br />superstition's flying high.<br />There is pain, there is fear<br />in the poverty's sigh.<br /><br />Preachers on a frightening spree,<br />of demons and hell's fire.<br />Warning of the devil's decree<br />in all sinful disires.<br /><br />A boy have just arrived,<br />an orphan he's become<br />from adultery and incest and witchery.<br />to the seething alleys<br />of quarrels and discord,<br />a storm cloud has finally gathered.<br /><br />Discussions long into the night,<br />about the dark one's diabolical scheme.<br />Children they listen and they dream<br />well-fed nightmares of similar theme.<br /><br />Imaginations out of control.<br />For each morning they tell more and more.<br />-Summon the new boy for a watch<br />he have seen the signs of evil before.<br /><br />-There is the devil's bride,<br />rode on the goat astride.<br />God save us from satan's firm hand!<br />There is the torture witch,<br />poked us with glowing sticks.<br />God save us from satan's allies.<br /><br />-In the name of our lord I'm harmless.<br />-Confess your sins to our christ!<br />-I can't confess to what children dream.<br />Prejudiced tongues has twisted<br />their minds before your eyes.<br />-Silence, you whore of the dark one,<br />save your soul and repent what you've done<br /><br />Accuse the poor<br />and get a tap on the head<br />-You truley are a blessed child,<br />she will burn in iron upon the stake.<br />Accuse the countess<br />and get a slap in the face.<br />-You aught to know a noble's rang,<br />she's too venerable for you poor fool.<br /><br />-Speed up the pace.<br />Chanting the praise<br />ever higher.<br />Hysteric ball:<br />-Sentence them all to the fire!<br /><br />One day the boy confessed his lies.<br />-I know nothing about<br />the witche's ways.<br />One after one they all came forth.<br />-Rather informers than burn<br />at the end of the day.<br /><br />-There is the wicked tongue,<br />from indolence it sprung.<br />God save us from sinister minds!<br />There is the fiendish flock,<br />all limbs are chained and locked.<br />God save us from sinister minds!<br /><br />There is the serpent's fang,<br />from where the evil sprang.<br />God save him from the dark of hell!<br />There is the boy aflame<br />ending his fancied game.<br />God save him from satan's demons!