March of the Witchfinder

Through the streets of filth and danger
Holding on these retched creatures
Forced to march the straight and narrow along the path of strict reprisal
Within the church the cracks are showing
Now the pope cries out for mercy feeding lies to regain power
All will fear the great witchfinders name

In the forest their hunting seeking and searching
From village to town the evil has spread Lucifer’s spell
Fanatics are shouting bring forth the cleansing no one is safe
From the gaze of its stare

Into the coven the virgin is bleeding twelve witches stand
As the thirteenth repeatedly stabs
Vengeance awaits them in dungeons and courtyards
Confessions be damned over the bridge the guilty will hang

Before the flames the village has gathered
Atop the hill the witch finder general
Screams of pain as the warlock burns
Beneath the realm where the devil dwells and reigns

Repeat chorus