Witch Hunt (Part III Of Fear) — Rush

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 lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light The faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night The mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right --- Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise With burning eyes Of hatred and ill-will

Madmen fed on fear and lies To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers, who threaten us In our immigrants and infidels They say there is strangeness, too dangerous In our theatres and bookstore shelves That those who know what's best for us --- Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge Quick to anger Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice And fear Walk hand in hand