Witch Hunt - Nicumo

Spare the hanging rope

You can never really know

The Witch might be alive, they say

You can’t be too careful, you know…

«Witch, the hunt is on!»

Yelling the red-eyed patron

«Drown it, burn it, concrete casket waiting for it!»

You’ve got nowhere to hide!

Kiss me with those cold lips

Let me see you smile

It’s me lying here

Bleeding life out of me

Bury my body under the ground

My mind must must be tied tight and drowned

Heart cut out and burned, charred black

Someday, somehow I might come back

I’m innocent and most of the people know

Shrieking in fear «To the fire, go go!»

In the distance, a faint glow

They think they’re saving a soul

There’s something that stopped my heart

That numb old black lump full of scars

I’m not the only one who’s gotta go

But women and children also, oh no…

Trust me everything will be just fine

We’re not gonna just die

But saved from these monsters

They’ve already died, from the inside

Bury my body under the ground

My mind must must be tied tight and drowned

Heart cut out and burned, charred black

Someday, somehow I might come back