Текст песни Paradigma - Witch Hunt
Paradigma - Witch Hunt слова песни
The night is black, without a moonThe air is thick, and stillThe vigilantes gather onThe lonely torchlit hillFeatures distorted in the flickering lightThe faces are twisted and grotesqueSilent and stern in the sweltering nightThe mob moves like demons possessedQuiet in conscience, calm in their rightConfident their ways are bestThe righteous riseWith burning eyesOf hatred and ill-willMadmen fed on fear and liesTo beat and burn and killThey say there are strangers, who threaten usIn our immigrants and infidelsThey say there is strangeness, too dangerousIn our theatres and bookstore shelvesThose who know what`s best for usMust rise and save us from ourselvesQuick to judge, quick to angerSlow to understandIgnorance, prejudice and fearWalk hand in hand