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
Käännös: Kirkko. Noitavaino.
the common man We respect the rights of the common man We must respect the rights of the common man..... No witch hunt executions to be held in the shadows
By family, church, school and state. From then on we're easy game for the powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out praise Or, when our true
villagers feel the malediction's terror Evil curse, the birds crushing on the church walls Gruesome witch, a raven tears out the High Priest eyes A witch
hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore---ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands
Sorcery to give me force Towards the church I feel no remorse Invoking satan for my work this night Now you will feel hell's might Witch hunt to destroy
raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The
houses collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted
the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted
and the devil bands Oh, come let us adore, me Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands Fuck it
the Vatican Patriarchal bullshit - their God is a man Witch hunts and crusades - how many millions have died In the bloody history of church genocide?
Oh, hunting the witches considered to be Riding on brooms in the dark night No mercy for people who dare to oppose Medieval church was a scourge in its
let you fall Mordor, Mordor Mordor, Mordor A shoal of the knights of torture Are hunting a witch to the dell Sullen shades are raiding their squad Church
hands and the devil bands Oh come let us adore--ME! Lord, there's danger in this land You get witch-hunts and wars When church and state hold hands
beaten into submission By family, church, school and state. From then on we're easy game for the powermongers. Like pathetic circus dogs we hunt out
armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her
