Funeral Pyre Songtext
von The Death Spell

We′ve got seven mugs of beer
Seven of us breaking spheres
Then again she smiled
Watching her two guards

Chiming of the clock it's time
She had changed her dress and cried
Seven bullets in her chest
She must now confess


She′ll be burning in a funeral pyre
She'll be burning in a funeral pyre
She'll be burning in a funeral pyre
She′ll be burning in a funeral pyre

Now she must be burned alive
She′s not mortal but she'll die
There′s good grounds for suspicion
For a flying magician

She'll be burning in a funeral pyre
She′ll be burning in a funeral pyre
She'll be burning in a funeral pyre
She′ll be burning in a funeral pyre


Burning in a funeral pyre
Burning in a funeral pyre
Burning in a funeral pyre
Burning in a funeral pyre