We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive
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We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride
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We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly sin
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Running through the woods, searching every house
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We'll find her, she can't hide
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Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt
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She can kill you, she can hypnotize so never look her in the eyes
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She's a fearful one, she's the devil's friend you can see why she must die
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She's cornered up against a wall we trap her and she tries to shout
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Setting up a fire, she's been roped and tied for her there's no way out
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I, the Pile Driver, High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you
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guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft. I sentence you
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now to be burnt at the stake. May your body and soul burn in hell and
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may the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell to claim you as his
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humble servant... Burn!
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We're watching that witch burn up we're roasting her on the stake
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There's a foul smell and it's in the air she's gotta burn, she's gotta bake
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Hunting is our way of life we've got a hungry appetite
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Tie her up and burn her soul for her it's just an endless fight
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Witch Hunt
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| Piledriver |
