Tonigt, tonight there is a fire A fire of a thousand flames We build dozens of pyres To execute the will of god Collect the wood and pile it up The whole village will come to watch The witches will burn on the stack A spectacle we will never forget Our children will dance Our wives will laugh And everybody gathers Around the Funeral Pile We dance, we sing, we kill And all are pleased by the screams Around the Funeral Pile Bring the witches and tie them to the pile We cant wait to celebrate Fill our glases with sweet wine And the sky will be bathed in red shine The fire burns and the witches too This is justice this is the truth The screams are like music You hear them in the night Fear the inquisitions might We can smell the burning flesh The cries fall silent The fire still burns in our heart This is the end of a cult Tonight, tonight there is a fire A fire of a thousand flames We build dozens of pyre To execute the will of god Children will dance Our wives will laugh And everybody gathers Around the Funeral Pile Accused of witchcraft and sorcery You have the witches' mark If you sup up with the devil You end up on the Funeral Pile We dance, we sing, we kill And all are pleased by the crimes Executed on the Funeral Pile