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We're hungry wolves stealing the night
witchkilling keeps us alive
We're searching for her,
we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride

We're chasing her till the end
we've gotta kill this deadly sin
Running through the woods, searching every house
We'll find her, she can't hide

Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt

She can kill you, she can hypnotize
so never look her in the eyes
She's a fearful one, she's the devil's friend
you can see why she must die
She's cornered up against a wall
we trap her and she tries to shout
Setting up a fire, she's been roped and tied
for her there's no way out

I, the Pile Driver,
High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you
guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft.
I sentence you now to be burnt at the stake.
May your body and soul burn in hell and
may the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell
to claim you as his humble servant... Burn!

We're watching that witch burn up
we're roasting her on the stake
There's a foul smell and it's in the air
she's gotta burn, she's gotta bake
Hunting is our way of life
we've got a hungry appetite
Tie her up and burn her soul
for her it's just an endless fight

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