Witch Hunt Lyrics

Light the torches

Gotta burn the bitch up

Atone for the sins that you've brought

To our cities the gutters

Flowing with the blood of the cowards

Hanging from the cross while you

Close your shutters

Ready the men gonna string the demon up

There is no penance for abomination

I will run my blade from your mouth to your cunt

Gather round it's a good ol' fashioned witch hunt

Drag you out of your fucking homes

You think your body is yours

But through the light of the Lord

It is God's to fucking own

I'm the prophet of vindication

Although my body is sore from

Every swing of the sword

These are God's decapitations

Skinned alive

Everyone claims innocence

With a rope around their neck

Sinners mutter prayers with their hands

Tied behind their back

Our faith if fuels the fire

And we shall praise him with the choir

Of all these harlots burning deep into the night

I praise you

One by one we'll hang them all

The sight will chill the bones of

The devil himself

I am a warrior of the lord

I send thee to hell

Jezebel

Heretical

I smite thee

If you're so fond of your God

I'll lend you passage to his gates

Let's see how much skin comes off

Before you denounce your faith

I will not repent for your ignorance

You have decided to live your life

Blind by it

I will revel in the sounds that you make

As the witches are stealing your eyelids

Look at me

I will show you the evil

You thought you saw in me

You're cast in judgement self fulfilled

Your fucking prophecy

You will be begging for hell

But i wont let you slip

Until i see it fit

How does it feel to feel flayed to the bone

Cause you lost in the hunt of the witch