Witchfinder General - Saxon

Send for the General, there’s witches to burn

The day of your judgment draws nigh

In torment and torture, the bringer of pain

Disciples of Satan will die

And tell me your secrets, bring them to me

Give your confession, your soul will be free

No one is safe from the purging of fire

You’ll rue the day that you send for the Witchfinder General

Accusing the innocent, prey on the weak

It’s not just their souls that you seek

Your friends will not help you, they stand back in fear

Hide when the General is near

Trial is by water, no one can win

Drowned and you’re innocent, guilty you swim

The gallows are waiting, they’re lighting the fire

There’s no release from the monster’s desire

Tell me your secrets, bring them to me

Give your confession, your soul will be free

There’s no escape from the purging of fire

You’ll rue the day that you send for the Witchfinder General

Witchfinder General

Send for the General, there’s witches to burn

The day of their judgment draws nigh

In torment and torture, the bringer of pain

Disciples of Satan will die

And tell me your secrets, give them to me

Give your confession, your soul will be free

No one is safe from the purging of fire

You’ll rue the day that you send for the Witchfinder General

Witchfinder General

Witchfinder General

Witchfinder General