We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive  We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride    We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly sin  Running through the woods, searching every house  We'll find her, she can't hide    Witch hunt, I'm going on a witch hunt    She can kill you, she can hypnotize so never look her in the eyes  She's a fearful one, she's the devil's friend you can see why she must die  She's cornered up against a wall we trap her and she tries to shout  Setting up a fire, she's been roped and tied for her there's no way out    I, the Pile Driver, High Priest of the Metal Inquisition, find you  guilty as charged for crimes of sorcery and witchcraft. I sentence you  now to be burnt at the stake. May your body and soul burn in hell and  may the devil himself crawl from the bowels of hell to claim you as his  humble servant... Burn!    We're watching that witch burn up we're roasting her on the stake  There's a foul smell and it's in the air she's gotta burn, she's gotta bake  Hunting is our way of life we've got a hungry appetite  Tie her up and burn her soul for her it's just an endless fight