Witch Hunt کے بول

You seek to blame Condemn the name Bewitch the masses with your own veil Without remorse You seek the ones Trespassing lines you don't understand I am the door to the unknown I hear the whispering souls around My eyes can see your fear of me I am not wondering why you're here No more pain Wronged again and again Pride will fall like sounds of misery In the lips that have been hurt Still today as before Write your sins to her core My gruesome fate Axe, rope, or flame Put me to death I'll be born again No more pain Wronged again and again Pride will fall like sounds of misery In the lips that have been hurt Still today as before Write your sins to her core