Cleansed By Fire Lyrics

Oremus, oremus, oremus pro paganis
In mortem, in mortem agnoscant veritatem

A manifesto's been declared,
the witches hammer to be heard
by those who practise heresy,
those who would change in secrecy.
You have been warned, time is to regret.

It is the inquisitions law
to sort them out if they're not pure.
It's not allowed another will.
Those sorcerers, who pretend to heal,
you will confess to their reign of fear.

Make them believe, convert the pagans.
The devils feast - burn them!
Make them believe, convert the pagans,
cleansed by fire

He was a righteous, honoured man,
the mayor of a german town.
He was notorious on his own,
as hunter of the witches known.
He would not rest 'till his duty's done.

Make them believe, convert the pagans.
The devils feast - burn them!
Make them believe, convert the pagans,
cleansed by fire

She was the widow of a priest,
courageous, friendly, always pleased.
She tried to help, to ease the pain
of all the tortured ones, in vain.
She was accused and died by the sword.

Cleansed by fire, they'll be ...