Tarja Turunen - Witch Hunt

You seek to blame, condemn the name Bewitch the masses with your own veil Without remorse you seek the ones trespassing lines you don't understand. I am the door to the unknown, I hear the whispering souls around. My eyes can see your fear of me, I am not wondering why you're here. No more pain, Wronged again and again, Pride will fall like sounds of misery In the lips that have been hurt. Still today as before Write your sins to her core. My gruesome fate Axe, rope or flame Put me to death I'll be born again. No more pain, Wronged again and again, Pride will fall like sounds of misery In the lips that have been hurt. Still today as before Write your sins to her core.