Тексты песни «Witch Hunt»

Pouring fuel across the fire Let the flesh evaporate I can hear it in their crazy voices They're opening the floodgates Shout loud that burning mantra With the confidence of fools Let it be me Who sets you free!...

Branded with a reward on his head Ash flees through the night Scattering words of unholy sin Down trodden in mankind Punished through humiliation Against the religious type Now it's time to pay the price As you...

People 'round here say you're a witch They're intrigued in seeing you roast They really intend to burn you my friend I think that's the bit they like most Wake up baby, the mob are on...

Through bleary eyes I see the touch light Beyond the panes I sense a danger There's silhouettes of a hundred people My Sister Moon would reveal no stranger Collect my mantel, collect my senses I must away, slip into the...

dead girls dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch cunt burn this girl dead girls dance they burn and twirl witch hunt which cunt burn this girl dead girls dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch cunt burn this...

A reign of terror on us The persecution begins Hold tight the circle Working woe at ever chance This is the end of innocence Just one against the crowd One torch to light the way there One torch to burn it down Through...

Bolts of lightning, out of the blue Without forewarning, the heat is on you Watch what you say, the phone maybe tapped Under heavy surveillance, looks like you're trapped Under investigation, whether guilty or not...

Wipe out the weak and dying I've got no use for you Sent from Hell, I know they're lying Just another sacrifice We are on a witch hunt Hunt her down, for will she sink or float? We want independace from her spell...

Beneath a grim silence of the night and the flames of a fire Skyclad rituals of divination for a perverse blasphemy The witches coveted under the cloak of a blood soaked moon Collecting themselves woefully around the...

The sound of horses riding by the riders fists raised to the sky Burning torches the flames of death the suspects being put to the test CHORUS: In a different time religion's the same The witch hunt is on as God's evil...

The night is black, without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the...

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We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly sin Running...

The night is black, without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering light, Faces are twisted and grotesque. Silent and stern in the...