The Hunting of the Witch

When springtime comes around again
We're bringing in the new year
Thinking about the past

When all is said and done
I know you will
Imagine what you could have
Always been with her

All this guilt will bring you down
Your insecurities will always keep you bound
The spirits here will hunt your soul
Your ugly past will bring you home

When winter arrives in falling sleet
We're bringing in the new
Cleaning up the streets
We'll breathe all the purest oxygen
Imagine years gone by
Oh how they all began

This man in black will bring you home
A team of horses here to rest your weary bones
The pain will all one day be gone
Your ugly past will keep you on

Oh holy spirits in the sky
Give to me your watching eyes
I hear a voice its in my head
Her wicked sirens
All her dead
All her dead

I tasted waters from her well
I've been blinded by her spell
Feel the pain through other's eyes
The endless agony of life
Of their lives

Oh I fear the hunting of the witch
I feel her breath against my skin
Bony fingers
Piercing eyes
A rotting face in deep disguise
Deep disguise

I pull the needle from my arm
See a light my beating heart
Hear my prayer lord
Call me home
Hear my prayer lord

Commence the feeding of the witch
Her gnashing teeth are tearing flesh
The shepherds watch has failed the lamb
A child falls through
Holy hands
To her hands

Underneath that crown of thorns
A child of sin has now been born
Call out in anguish
Beg for life
Your lord and savior
Jesus Christ
Is a lie

Oh I fear the hunting of the witch
I feel her breath against my