Rush "Witch Hunt" testo

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Witch Hunt

The night is black, without a moon.The air is thick and still.The vigilantes gather onThe lonely torchlit hill.

Features distorted in the flickering light,Faces are twisted and grotesque.Silent and stern in the sweltering night,The mob moves like demons possesed.Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,Confident their ways are best.

The righteous riseWith burning eyesOf hatred and ill-will.Madmen fed on fear and liesTo beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,Our immigrants and infidels.They say there is strangeness to danger usIn our theatres and bookstore shelves,That those who know what's best for usMust rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,Quick to anger,Slow to understandIgnorance and prejudiceAnd fear walk hand in hand.

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