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 regretIt is the inquisitions law
To sort them out if they're not pureIt'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 devil's 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 a hunter of the witches known
He would nor rest'til his duty's done
Make them believe
Convert the pagans
The devil's feast
Burn them!
Make them believe
Convert the pagans cleansed by fire
Cleansed by fire
Cleansed by fire
Oremus, oremus
Oremus pro paganis
In mortem, in mortem, Agnoscant veritatem
Cleansed by fire
They'll be cleansed by fire
They'll be cleansed by fire
They'll be cleansed by fire
She was the widow of a priest
Courageous, frendly, 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
Oremus, oremus
Oremus pro paganis
In mortem, in mortem, Agnoscant veritatem