Burning Witches

(album: Burning Witches - 2017)

Hunter, chaser, habit-keeper
Decision maker of life and death
Bring your fire to the torch and keep it up in the darkest hour
Do you still think you're right?

Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say

So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head

Baiter, conspirer, whistle-blower
Starry-eyed idealist
Hold your pitchforks in the sky, and let your hatred reign

Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say

So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head

Hater, grudger, pretender
Meticulous, fearfully easy prey
Use your insecurity as an excuse
To put those strangers in the pillory

Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to say

So come and chase me through the woods
Your prayers and words to god
Will be unheard
So chase me and my own kind
Burn the witches, burn the witches, burn the witches
But the fear remains in your head

We are the burning witches