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Born into darkness

In young modern time

Of religeous madness

And perverted minds



If you're guilty as charged

No chance to escape

A faster confession

May ease certain fate



Merciless gaze - all hope is lost

Witchfinder

Blood's running cold  - When they reach out for you

Witchfinder

There's nowhere to run - Nowhere to hide

Beware of the stare - From a witchfinders eyes

He seeks for the proof - the witch mark on you

Witchfinder



He pokes in your flesh

With his needles and pins

To loosen your tougue

To discover your sins



There's no concession

But plenty of time

To torture your body

So ease your conscience