Witch Hunt - Tarja

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