Witch Hunt - Piledriver

We’re hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive

We’re searching for her, we’re hunting for her she’s taking us for a ride

We’re chasing her till the end we’ve gotta kill this deadly sin

Running through the woods, searching every house

We’ll find her, she can’t hide

Witch hunt, I’m going on a witch hunt

She can kill you, she can hypnotize so never look her in the eyes

She’s a fearful one, she’s the devil’s friend you can see why she must die

She’s cornered up against a wall we trap her and she tries to shout

Setting up a fire, she’s been roped and tied for her there’s no way out

I, the Pile Driver, High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you

Guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft.

I sentence you

Now to be burnt at the stake.

May your body and soul burn in hell and

May the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell to claim you as his

Humble servant… Burn!

We’re watching that witch burn up we’re roasting her on the stake

There’s a foul smell and it’s in the air she’s gotta burn, she’s gotta bake

Hunting is our way of life we’ve got a hungry appetite

Tie her up and burn her soul for her it’s just an endless fight