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