Hammer of the Wytches

In the year of our Lord 1505

As an unquiet soul is stripped of its life

The thousands that fell 'neath his hammer

Need their story told.

There was fear at the heart

Of the Christian Church

Failing power, losing trust

Losing those that should worship

The One True God

What they needed was one to take hold

Of the pestilence spreading

Across the fair land

Like disease through the veins

Of a slow-dying man

Taking souls, raping souls

Showing demons the route to as all.

The hammer is faling

No pity, no stalling

It crushes with hate and with fear.

Why fear women much more

Than the men and the babes

Do they tempt you with passion

And make you their slaves

Would they lie with the devil

And change to a cat or a hare?

Would they come to your bed

In the form of your wife

Would they trick you with love

And deceive you with lies

Would they make you do things

That bring shame in the morn's early light?

The hammer is falling

No pity, no stalling

It crushes with hate and with fear

The hammer is falling

No light in the morning

It falls even though you are near

The hammer is falling

And destiny’s calling

The reason it falls is not clear

The hammer is falling

A new day is dawning

Remember and now shed a tear