Burning Times lyrics

In the year of our lord, 1844 They came with their picks, and their clubs, And their axes, and swords Pointing their fingers and casting their stones Wanting sins of the wicked atoned In league with the devil accused of their crimes Persecution in the Burning Times The darkest days in all of history Tried before council and forced To renounce their beliefs Claims of malice and blamed of heresy Then tortured, then maimed, some burned, and Some hung from a tree The rise of the inquisitors' self-righteousness To make all the witches confess The Malleus Maleficarum recited In the age known as the Burning Times Seek them out... Hunt them down... Burn them all, to the ground Kill the witch... Kill' em all... This genocide to watch them fall This is the signs of the Burning times The flames they rise in these Burning Times In the year of our lord, 1844 They came with their picks, and their clubs, And their axes, and swords The hammer of witches... the shipwreck of souls Their ashes to ashes... Their flesh in the coals... The death bell tolls The darkest days in all of history Tried before council and forced To renounce their beliefs The rise of inquisitors' self righteousness To make all the witches confess In league with the devil accused of the crimes In the age known as the Burning Times The Burning Times...