Suffer the Heretic to Burn

A face inside a mirror, features of hate to see

Looking closer 'n closer, realize it fun could be

Again they'll run for shelter, information may arise

A kind of morbid anger, what a pack of lies

No pain, no gain - pressure relief

Stand by for funeral urn

Sound of retreat, hard to believe, suffer the heretic to burn - let them burn

Yeah, let them burn, now, let them burn

At the solemn hour, hallowed wooden place

Start a giant fire, a shadow of a scared grace

Last time when they're screaming, try to catch this sound

After final judgement, they are underground

No pain, no gain - pressure relief

Stand by for funeral urn

Sound of retreat, hard to believe, suffer the heretic to burn - let them burn

Yeah, let them burn, now, let them burn