Текст песни Sundown Over Lavenham

An old crow sat there greeting the looming dawn

That was undressing the atrocity darkness had adorned

By the growls of the hound of god the gallows had been

Built

Three bodies hanging as ugly fruit of unholy guilt

Nobody could forebode

What they would concede

The Witchfinder General

The serum of god to make you speak

And the sun set over Lavenham

(Burn, burn, burn)

Pyres fed the righteous desires

Sundown over Lavenham

(Burn, burn, burn)

Witches burnt in a holy fire

Little did he know about the powers

That were present yet unseen

The bells of his funeral were already chiming

But blinded was he by his greed
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Satan did not abandon his disciples

That for long had sworn to his might

The iron fist of evil was squeezing the town

The legions of Hell would rule the night

Crawl, hound of god, crawl!

The old crow sat there watching the descending night

Witches dragged the wailing General to die

Stultifying the erodicated divine power

The menace to their nocturnal rites was over

He couldn't forebode

Witchcraft was reality

The Witchfinder General

The hound of god down on his knees

And the sun set over Lavenham

(Burn, burn, burn)

Only embers remained from the pyres

Sundown over Lavenham

(Burn, burn, burn)

Hopkins burning in Hellfire