Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson The night is black Without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The
The night is black without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely, torchlit hill Features distorted, in the flickering
The night is black, Without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the flickering
번역: 돌진. '공포'의 마녀 사냥 부.
번역: 돌진. 마녀 사냥.
: The night is black, Without a moon. The air is thick and still. The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill. Features distorted in the
and Ludacris feels great Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation A tight squeeze witch
my heart is so loud it would deafen me Now a shout they must know where I lie So to my feet and again I must fly Rush through the trees, the thorn, the
make me nervous, you make me drunk Do you have to grovel so very much? It's so unfair, it's so unjust It's just another witch hunt Broken, shattered
flake and Ludacris feels great Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth resuscitation A tight squeeze witch
and it's philharmonic, bewitching our young guys "Whats Gone Wrong?" We no longer seek light to give us power That voice gets hushed by the rush of the Witching
feels grrreat! Who want come face me, face come want who? And women give me face until they're face turns blue They can't breathe, dick to mouth recessatation A tight squeeze witch
