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