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Far outside village walls, inquisition rides

In pursuit of the coven to capture for the trail

Night falls, lanterns lit, hunters become prey

No need for the last rites, you'll be in hell 'fore the break of day

Now we've come to claim your souls

Harken to the word of the wild ones

The we take you down below

With our all seeing eyes it's you that we'll find wherever you hide

Midnight hunters on the loose, we smell your pious stench

Readying the hangman's noose, exacting our revenge

Midnight hunters on the loose, for murdering our kind

Payback's coming oh so near, it's time for you to die

Eyes upon you from the distance in shadows oh so black

Invoking spectres from the nethers, inciting our attack

Christian hands awash in blood, time's right to pay the price

Excruciating be thy death  on the altar of sacrifice