Lyrics:

On a Sunday many years ago
Village folk gathered round about
To burn the witches, to make them glow
Thought to be evil without a doubt

Innocent as you and me
And those who set the fire alight
Should have known that tables would turn
And one day they would be burning bright

Who were those who decided
Who was guilty of being a witch
Those who the state had entrusted
To free the country and make it rich

Times change and laws get adjusted
Man's developing all the time
Should those who have power be trusted
Freedom doesn't cost a dime

But there's still those among us
Remnants of the past we've had
They use their power like Judas
Not for good things, but for bad

Who were those who decided
Who was guilty of being a witch
Those who the state had entrusted
To free the country and make it rich

Who were those who decided
Who was guilty of being a witch
Those who the state had entrusted
To free the country and make it rich

And make it rich
Freedom doesn't cost a dime
Man's developing all the time
Oho, yeah, all the time