Witchhunt

Suspicious are the spirits
While mastering the sky
Wide awake they're singing
While rumours flying high
We'll test your words in water
We'll test you words with pain
Walk free the stone that does not sink
By god your guilt we'll gain

Guilt, by association
Pushed aside to die
Forced, confession
Truth will be a lie

We think the power
You possess come out of hell
We think there's witchcraft
Sound alarm, the warning bell
We are the holy missionaries
On ever timeless guard
We sweep and clean, by any means
Gods dirties backyard

Sadly in this story
Those poor by fire fell
Truly send to burn in hell
By lies and priestly spell
Why am i here imprisoned
Why do you want my head
Forever burning is the flame
That human life has fed