Wizzard (FI) - Sundown Over Lavenham lyrics

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 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