The sound of horses riding by the riders fists raised to the sky

Burning torches the flames of death the suspects being put to the test



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In a different time religion's the same

The witch hunt is on as God's evil reigns



A pretty maid destined to die Lord's servants death in disguise

The evil spirit must be cleansed in the name of God they're claiming revenge



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The morning skies they turn to night the maiden she's lost her fight

Chilling screams as she burns alive the christians ride home satisfied



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Many years have now gone by the slayers, the christian pride

The bible remains to cleanse the land but Satan still has the upper hand