Witch Hunt

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 fire and trial

Confess your sins

The lady burns

And no one wins

The lady is for burning now

Hold her down

Against her will, against her word

Hold her down

And hope no more

Hold her down

Bring back the heads of sinners

Such witches don't wear crowns

A spectre hides among us

Converge and watch them drown

Through fire and trial

Confess your sins

The lady burns

And no one wins