Echoes from Fulda

Black smoke waves down the gathering place

In the front of the courthouse

In the German town of Fulda this autumn day

One last time

The executioner looks at the woman he has chained

His torch roams the bundles of firewood beneath her feet

The audience pulls away

From the heating fire

While the stench of burned flesh dominates

The woman's screams die out

The pregnant woman has finally found her peace

Merga Bien was her name

Forced to confess that her child was spawned

By the Devil himself

Worldwide lights the fire

While the cries of the tortured rise to the skies

In the echoes of the silent screams, a mission began

Relentless torture of wise women

Led by a beast, the regent of pigs

Balthasar von Dernbach was his name

Satisfied and smiling by his deed

He watched the corpses melt away

One by one

A cruel, fat, prickly-eyed snake

Filled with anger and rage

Calling cards of his identity

A narrow-minded jackal

With pretentious and arrogant posture accusing the women

The German schwein said

"They swallow the seed from the great horned beast

Great horned beast"

Dead and rotten, the flesh is gone

But in the echoes of the silent screams

Your spirit I forever will torment

In the name of those who never got a voice