Witch Hunter - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Moon sees the mass, hidden feast

Spells are read and chants are said

Witch smeller, hail!

Save our souls, God prevail

Bring the witch to the stake, and she will burn

Burn, whore of Satan!

Witch hunter

Witch smeller pursuivant

Sweep the land with your trusty flames of truth

Stand fast in your fight

Cleanse with all your might

Defender of the faith and of our youth

God's will be done

Witch hunter

Witch hunter