Witchburner کے بول

Attacking nothing, All true intentions mine A soul derived in purity, a life devoured by your judgment time My silence opens, a door to Netherlands Where innocent are guilty from the answers of your godless hands.. Your godless hands. Cold stare of iron, Witchburner in the sky Clouded minds that manifest the evil of mankind Unholy water, sleep till the rainfall dries The innocent of children brought here to sacrifice and see you die. There is nothing left to fear. There's no reason why we're here Time is pain and pain is tragic. Fight so hard to keep that magic There is no place you can run. There's no father there's no sun Killing time for killing reasons Hiding so you cannot see them. Come now the pins are glowing, Gleam in the devil's eye, the soul needs cleansing from the hate and sin you've kept inside I give you pardon, From their judgmental eyes The choice is now before you basic. Confess witch or now you'll die