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Witch Hunt Echoes — Eerie Requiem by SusieQ

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Witch Hunt Echoes — Eerie Requiem

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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) [MessageType.image](https://songgpt.blob.core.windows.net/songgpt/71750/images/a0d963d6-cefa-4d52-96af-3f09dd419ba5_1000009716.jpg)