Piledriver Witch Hunt
We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly sin Running through the woods, searching every house We'll find her, she can't hide Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt She can kill you, she can hypnotize so never look her in the eyes She's a fearful one, she's the devil's friend you can see why she must die She's cornered up against a wall we trap her and she tries to shout Setting up a fire, she's been roped and tied for her there's no way out I, the Pile Driver, High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft. I sentence you now to be burnt at the stake. May your body and soul burn in hell and may the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell to claim you as his humble servant... Burn! We're watching that witch burn up we're roasting her on the stake There's a foul smell and it's in the air she's gotta burn, she's gotta bake Hunting is our way of life we've got a hungry appetite Tie her up and burn her soul for her it's just an endless fight
