Come absorb the fear in the eyes of the cat
Evoke the evil powers for the attack
Tonight in the empty church they'll take in their hand
The course of history in the highlands
A grave in the holy ground was robbed
Arms and legs and genitals cut off
Tied onto the cat's paws the sacrifice was complete
Off the pier they threw it into the North Sea
A storm was raised, the sky went pitch-black
The winds they howled, a ship was wrecked
In the eye of the storm the vessel of the king
Plowed through the foamy waves under evil wings
Yet by a miracle the vessel made it to the port
Persecution began - the witches had to be caught
After weeks of torment the first four ones were k**ed
But the king's lust for blood had not been fulfilled