Solving mysteries in the streets of London
From the East End to the swamps in Unland
All secrets kept under a Royal Seal
Keeping fiends at bay from humanity
Fighting occult forces
Duties filled to protect the Queen
Committed in the Service of Angels
To spare us from all evil
And around the corpse we hear people say
Witchfinder!
Asking for help from the spirits above
Communing with their concrete form
Disincarnated flesh to reach the dead
Make them speak to solve your case
Hurt by a beast from an inner world
An ancient slave gone up to the earth's surface
Still haunting mankind to take revenge
And making the horror reign amongst men
And around the corpse we hear people say
Witchfinder!
Witchfinder!
