Lyrics
The night is black, without a moon
The night is dark, lacking a moon.
The air is thick, and still
The atmosphere is dense and quiet.
The vigilantes gather on
Vigilantes assemble on a solitary, torchlit hill.
The lonely torchlit hill
The hill is illuminated by torches, setting an eerie scene.
Features distorted in the flickering light
Faces appear distorted in the flickering light.
The faces are twisted and grotesque
The faces of the crowd are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
Silent and stern in the oppressive heat of the night.
The mob moves like demons possessed
The mob moves with an intense and demonic fervor.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Despite inner conflicts, they are calm in their conviction.
Confident their ways are best
They are confident that their ways are superior.
The righteous rise
The morally upright individuals rise.
With burning eyes
With fervent and passionate eyes.
Of hatred and ill-will
Harboring feelings of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
Madmen fueled by fear and deception.
To beat and burn and kill
Driven to beat, burn, and kill.
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
Claims that there are outsiders posing a threat.
In our immigrants and infidels
Suspicions focus on immigrants and non-believers.
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
Fears of danger in unconventional ideas present in arts and literature.
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
Those who believe they know what's best must intervene.
Those who know what's best for us
A call to action to save society from perceived internal threats.
Must rise and save us from ourselves
Quick to pass judgment, quick to anger, but slow to comprehend.
Quick to judge, quick to anger
Ignorance, prejudice, and fear coexist and influence one another.
Slow to understand
These negative traits walk hand in hand.
Ignorance, prejudice and fear
Ignorance, prejudice, and fear manifest collectively.
Walk hand in hand
They are interconnected and contribute to a destructive mindset.
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