Covered by shadows, he hides in the night Driven by sin, lust and evil desire Hidden by those, who support the royal throne He condemns the innocent, to their dark tomb "Come to me, innocent virgin of flesh" "Confess your sins, I am the Black Death" The village he waits, to prey on the weak Pure white flesh, is what hell seek Innocent one, feel the tip of his blade They cannot escape, the Witchfinder "Come to me, innocent virgin of flesh" "Confess your sins, or meet your death" To the rack of pain Her life blood will drain Strapped to the torture wall She bares no mark of the devil Taken to the dungeon and tortured awake One by one they burned at the stake Witchfinder!!! Screams of forgiveness that are never heard Judgement has come, the sentence has passed Witchfinder!!!