Witch Hunt lyrics ( Paradigma )
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Rate Witch Hunt LyricsArtist : 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
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