The sound of horses riding by the riders fists raised to the sky
Burning torches the flames of death the suspects being put to the test
CHORUS:
In a different time religion's the same
The witch hunt is on as God's evil reigns
A pretty maid destined to die Lord's servants death in disguise
The evil spirit must be cleansed in the name of God they're claiming revenge
CHORUS
The morning skies they turn to night the maiden she's lost her fight
