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Witch Hunt
My songs are usually my movie ideas. If you cant tell this song is about hunting a witch and burning her alive.
The trees fall behind her,
she's fallen to his hand.
He protected her,
how could she love such a man?
My torch burns red,
it tastes the end of her hair.
I only have one desire,
for her to meet the god we share.
We fall through the mud,
until i grab ahold of one of her limbs.
We drag her to the cross,
she screams the words of sin.
The town yells "Burn her!"
for she is the one to blame
Her voice is not heard in heaven,
so in hell it shall remain.
The trees fall behind her,
she's fallen to his hand.
He protected her,
how could she love such a man?
My torch burns red,
it tastes the end of her hair.
I only have one desire,
for her to meet the god we share.
We fall through the mud,
until i grab ahold of one of her limbs.
We drag her to the cross,
she screams the words of sin.
The town yells "Burn her!"
for she is the one to blame
Her voice is not heard in heaven,
so in hell it shall remain.
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