Here they come bewitched and doomed
Brothers of the blood
Hear their cries of sleepless nights
Souls ripped and torn away
Ripped from the Earth by Godlike hands
Bodies left to decay
Gather the towns and assemble the crowds
Chanting the words of the holy
Leave our lands
Your days are few
Speak your truth
Their hammers fall
The witches crawl back from the ashes
They conquer and panic the masses
With fires lit and bottomless pits
Sacrifice the brave
Ropes are ready to
Hang them up
Screams of witchcraft fill the air
The stench of blood is rife
Save yourselves 'O holy ones
For you will die tonight
Many gather, but few survive
Devil's rage inside of them
Bodies will fall like rain from the clouds
Chaos consuming the souls
Chanted the words of the holy
Speak your truth
Their hammers fall
The witches crawl back from the ashes
They conquer and panic the masses
Ropes are ready to
Hang them up
Burn them all
Burn them all
Burn them all
Burn them all
Burn them all