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Witch HuntA reign of terror on usThe 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 T he 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 |