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Witch Hunt Echoes 2 by SusieQ

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Witch Hunt Echoes 2

Indie Rock,both vocals

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Lyrics
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(Verse 1)
Dust motes dance in the stained-glass light
A whispered prayer in the fading night
Old world magic, a gentle hum
Before the shadows had overcome
Healers' hands, a whispered cure
A folk tradition, soft and pure
But the whispers turned to a fearful cry
As ancient ways were condemned to die
(Chorus)
Oh, the fear, it built a pyre
Ignited by a righteous fire
They wrote the books, they set the stage
A devil's pact on every page
Indie spirit, wild and free
They couldn't break the magic in me
Through the ages, the hunt still gleams
In the echo of our pagan dreams
(Verse 2)
From healing herbs to a hateful glare
The Church's dogma, thick as air
They painted pictures of a wicked feast
A woman's power, a monstrous beast
The Malleus called, a damning word
Every whisper, falsely heard
Anxiety woven, tight and fast
A shadowed legacy designed to last
(Chorus)
Oh, the fear, it built a pyre
Ignited by a righteous fire
They wrote the books, they set the stage
A devil's pact on every page
Indie spirit, wild and free
They couldn't break the magic in me
Through the ages, the hunt still gleams
In the echo of our pagan dreams
(Bridge)
The Reformation's heavy hand
Dividing faith across the land
And in the cracks, a chilling dread
For every woman, wrongly led
To torture's grip, a forced confession
A silent scream, a dark obsession
They saw the devil in her eyes
Ignoring truth, believing lies
(Guitar Solo - Melodic, with a slightly haunting, reverb-drenched tone, building in intensity)
(Chorus)
Oh, the fear, it built a pyre
Ignited by a righteous fire
They wrote the books, they set the stage
A devil's pact on every page
Indie spirit, wild and free
They couldn't break the magic in me
Through the ages, the hunt still gleams
In the echo of our pagan dreams
(Outro)
Still, the moon is round and bright
Guiding spirits through the night
The coven's whisper, soft and low
A seed of magic, starts to grow (Fade out with repeated, slightly distorted guitar riff and distant, ethereal vocals)