1642 Imprisonment (Reissue)

Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine.
Black candles burning low to the meetings again they go.
Picard can't wait to take away another soul.
Oh, it's a shame, Picard was so insane.

In the year of 1642, it came to an end.
In 1642, imprisonment.

Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine.
Black death come this way, Father Picard will soon be going.
He's ill, so sick, now his meetings are forever over.
Oh it's a shame, they went along with his game.

In the year of 1642, it came to an end.
In 1642, imprisonment.

Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine.
The nuns can't take her blame.
One after one they suffer a breakdown.
Confession, confession, they confess to diabolic possession.
Oh it's a shame, even Madeleine has gone insane.

In the year of 1642, Madeline was leaving hell.
In 1642, she found freedom in her prison cell.