[Intro]
lyra sophor maira dantra
udeba thralla poisona danteba

Witches! Run! Witches!


[Verse]
Torches high and pitchforks ready
into the woods, together, steady
Witches' schemes we'll cut so petty
ending their nightly frolics, heavy

[Bridge]
Transforming folks to deer and snails
in devilish acts, their magic sails
Don't be fooled by beauty's veils ancient as time, their age tells tales

[Chorus]
Tum tu dada, nanana, fire's call, dada da
Flames ascend, to the stars they'll roar!
Tum ta dýda, dada dýda, night's enthrall
Ill fate meets those who with the devil soar!

[Verse]
Torches and pitchforks, in our hands, we grip
Brothers, march forward, fear not the trip
And for the one, pitchfork lacking, don't slip
At the smithy's, for five silver, equip

[Bridge]
Now we march, a force, a mass, heed our stride
Witches' gatherings will no longer abide
To Wight stones, in unity, we ride
And those who don't, the stakes they'll bide

abide
To Wight stones, in unity, we ride,
And those who don't, for flames, wood provide

[Dobro solo]

[Verse]
Though mere villagers, in numbers we thrive
To cleanse Eldrida of the Dark Lord's drive
The final judgment awaits sinful dames
May flames purify 
the witches' blamed names!

[Chorus]
Villagers bold, without fear, we stride
To cleanse the land of witches 
and their deceptive tide!
Their brooms we'll burn, and with them their keepers 
(with them their keepers)
End our village's bad luck
as we grow stronger, not weaker

Tum tu dada, nanana, fire's call, dada da
Flames ascend, to the stars they'll roar!
Tum ta dýda, dada dýda, night's enthrall
Ill fate meets those who with the devil soar!

[Chorus]
Tum tu dada, nanana, fire's call, dada da
Flames ascend, to the stars they'll roar!
Tum ta dýda, dada dýda, night's enthrall
Ill fate meets those who with the devil soar!

[Instrumental dobro]

[Verse]
Torches and pitchforks, in our hands, we grip
Brothers, march forward, fear not the trip
And for the one without a fork in grip
Fetch one at smithy's!

[Bridge]
Now we march, a force, a mass, heed our stride
Witches' gatherings will no longer abide
To Wight stones, in unity, we ride
And those who don't, for flames, wood provide

[Instrumental banjo]

[Verse]
Though mere villagers, in numbers we thrive
To cleanse Eldrida of the Dark Lord's drive
The final judgment awaits sinful dames
May flames purify 
the witches' blamed names!