Witch Hunt lyrics

Artist  : Paradigma 
Song : Witch Hunt



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 The night is black, without a moon
The air is
thick, and still
The vigilantes gather
on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features
distorted in the flickering light
The faces
are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in
the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons
possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their
right
Confident their ways are best

The
righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred
and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To
beat and burn and kill

They say there are
strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants
and infidels
They say there is strangeness,
too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore
shelves
Those who know what's best for
us
Must rise and save us from
ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to
anger
Slow to understand

Ignorance,
prejudice and fear
Walk hand in hand