Witch Hunt
Flaming Wrekage Lyrics


Crucified on the surface of the sun
This endless burden weighs a ton
At the core of this ruthless witch hunt
Lies a darkness that I can’t confront

The master sits beneath a rotten locust tree
Wrenching my thoughts far from reality
This stranglehold has me powerless and I owe it to your cowardice

A faceless conjuror of what’s to be
Loosening my grip on fatality
On the other side of the midnight sun
Still lies a battle that cannot be won

I’m being dragged through a vicious cycle
I’m on the verge of a downward spiral and it's out of my hands
And it’s out of my hands

I’m being ripped apart, denatured by the architects of failure
And i’m triggered by my saviours
Abandoned by my saviours

Existing on the edge of silence
Living on the cusp of violence
I’m just begging for survival

I’m begging for survival

Crucified on the surface of the sun
This endless burden weighs a ton
But it's out of my hands
Out of my fucking hands


Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS



Written by: Chris Themelco, Lachlan Campbell, Justin Humphry, Matt Thornton, Dave Lupton

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@itookallthenames

Twin guitar goodness

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Sick as lads🤘🤘💥💥🤘🤘

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🔥😈🤘

@hayne92

Fuckin unreal! We need a lyric video!!

@blokectomy4267

Magical use of guitar
Again

@davidbidwell4091

This is gold.

@lancelazer173

Outstanding yet again!

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@GrandMasterTWV

Been doing a bit of a musical reconnaissance mission before heading over from NZ for Katatonia on Friday and Blind Guardian on Saturday. The metal scene mostly sucks dick over here, so it's great to see some local bands ripping it up. Sick shit- see you on Friday!

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