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With hell he comes

Representative of death

For he is the law

Finder of the witches

Souls are lost in the abyss

Accused of black magic

A prisoner to their pain

Death comes creeping

And all the cries of the lies

They will die in Hopkins' eyes

In every town the witchfinder comes

Lost within a lie

Innocent flesh will die

Lash their hands to the post

Bring wood and oil

Set ablaze at their feet

Burn witches burn!

All in one day, life taken away

And the children play

In the ashes of the witches

No church can hold sanctuary

Your time has come

Gaze into the eyes of darkness

See the madness within

Lost is your salvation

Soon you will join the dead

Bashed, beaten broken bodies

Brutality is the key

Slashed, slain severe suffering

Slowly they will bleed

Devil in the flesh incarnate

Lost in wickedness

Mauling, maiming mass murdering

Molested are the weak

The is the lord and law of the land

Killing the innocent by his command

Hopkins is on his way

Death with a human face