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Altars in the wood

Wolf pack in the blood

Black crows behind the moon

Spiders in the mouth

Blood-colored Corpses

The Ancient Ones rise to the call

I sold my soul to the Devil

To fight the unholy

From the water to the fire

As the flames rise,

I’ve become the Witchfinder

Witch pikers spill the blood

Devil marks in disguise

No penny on your eyes

No mercy for the damned

At the gallow’s pole

Fear and sacrifice to purify

I sold my soul to the Devil

To fight the unholy

From the water to the fire

As the flames rise,

I’ve become the Witchfinder

I sold my soul to the Devil

To fight the unholy

From the water to the fire

As the flames rise,

I’ve become the Witchfinder

From the water to the pyre

Legion to the Devil

A rod for my own breech

As the flames rise,

Here lies the Witchfinder