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Witch Hunt (捕杀女巫) - Rush
Written by：Neil Peart
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 possesed

Quiet in conscience calm in their right

Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise

With burning eyes

Of hatred and I'll 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 theaters 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