Heaps of Dead - Dark Crusade


In our midst there lies a taint
Our crops rot. Our meat spoils
The darkened root must be up heaved
Seek her out and bring her to me
Raze up every home
Break down every door
Search out her abode
You are all suspect
Bring the witch to him
Force her to confess
We are all suspect
'till a witch is found
Corruption must be destroyed
Purge the unclean heretic
With the flame we purify
Wet my blood lust, slake my thirst
Drug across the muddy earth and thrown to knees
Judgment left to mercy of this frenzied crowd
Bombarded with spit and sticks and rocks and shit
Hoisted in the air and to the stake you’re bound
Burn the witch for me
Burn the witch and crush her ashes in to the dust

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