Witches Of Endor - Rise Of The Blind

Silence, still... here they come
Face, stricken... thy will be done
Gavel, strikes... and there he stands
Reading, judging... all in their hands

Blind
All their hatred and their envy
Shines right through just like a light
All their greed, it goes right through me
Wishing they were just like me

Seated, staring... my guilt they see
Justice, witch hunt... hypocrisy
They read it, they want it... my blood they need
Taken, stripped away... heresy

Blind
All their hatred and their envy
Shines right through just like a light
All their greed, it goes right through me
Wishing they were just like me

Written by:
David Mayne

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