Witch Hunt

Suspicious whispers outside (of) your door
As prowling mob berates and caws seeking justice

Lethargic minds abounding scorn
Lest they infect
Vain fanes of fools that they adorn
Crave for

Witch
Hunt, hunt

A sorry promise of tomorrow's unforeseen
Like a fading shadow of a dream it may seem
Revive a frozen glimpse in time so dire
Devoured by embers fire

Infidel's crown demands the spiteful deadly horde
Hauled and tied to a pole of misconception

A breath is spared if you evade
The price to pay
Mutate your trail for a warring way
Their righteous way

A sorry promise of tomorrow's unforeseen
Like a fading shadow of a dream it may seem
Revive a frozen glimpse in time so dire
Devoured by embers fire

In the fire
Precious fire
In the fire
We throw and rip out

Seeds of progress of the intrepid few
Bickering like rodents for the truth they skew
Fire is the sun and its flames a thorn
Arrows in the hands of human scorn

A sorry promise of tomorrow's unforeseen
Like a fading shadow of a dream it may seem
Revive a frozen glimpse in time so dire
Devoured by embers fire