Witch Hunt
TARJA · The Brightest Void 2016 · Track 05 of 09
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