| Song | A World Bewitched |
| Artist | Wolf |
| Album | Black Wings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Wolf | |
| Dark ages and a shadow of death | |
| Swiped across the land | |
| A man of his time and a man of the law | |
| Spread fear among the masses | |
| On and on, from place to place | |
| His mission carried on | |
| In medieval madness | |
| Destroy all witchcraft | |
| Pain - I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain - taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| No one is innocent no one is pure | |
| Those words we do not know | |
| Let God's will be done, there's no time to waste | |
| Get on with the test make haste | |
| We got methods to make you talk | |
| Prepare the burning stake | |
| The heat of the fire reveals the liar | |
| Pain - I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain - taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Come fire, come blood | |
| Wash the sin away | |
| Purified in purgatory | |
| My holy law justifies my greed | |
| Men's taste for blood | |
| Justifies my deeds | |
| The work is done no one has won | |
| But an arbitrary law | |
| With a peculiar pride and a guinea smile | |
| Collect your silver and go | |
| Travel on with your holy fire | |
| But bear these words in mind | |
| The truth meets the liar | |
| You'll reap what you saw | |
| Pain - I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain - taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Black witches burn | |
| You all will burn | |
| Now witches burn | |
| In pain |
| zuo qu : Wolf | |
| Dark ages and a shadow of death | |
| Swiped across the land | |
| A man of his time and a man of the law | |
| Spread fear among the masses | |
| On and on, from place to place | |
| His mission carried on | |
| In medieval madness | |
| Destroy all witchcraft | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| No one is innocent no one is pure | |
| Those words we do not know | |
| Let God' s will be done, there' s no time to waste | |
| Get on with the test make haste | |
| We got methods to make you talk | |
| Prepare the burning stake | |
| The heat of the fire reveals the liar | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Come fire, come blood | |
| Wash the sin away | |
| Purified in purgatory | |
| My holy law justifies my greed | |
| Men' s taste for blood | |
| Justifies my deeds | |
| The work is done no one has won | |
| But an arbitrary law | |
| With a peculiar pride and a guinea smile | |
| Collect your silver and go | |
| Travel on with your holy fire | |
| But bear these words in mind | |
| The truth meets the liar | |
| You' ll reap what you saw | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Black witches burn | |
| You all will burn | |
| Now witches burn | |
| In pain |
| zuò qǔ : Wolf | |
| Dark ages and a shadow of death | |
| Swiped across the land | |
| A man of his time and a man of the law | |
| Spread fear among the masses | |
| On and on, from place to place | |
| His mission carried on | |
| In medieval madness | |
| Destroy all witchcraft | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| No one is innocent no one is pure | |
| Those words we do not know | |
| Let God' s will be done, there' s no time to waste | |
| Get on with the test make haste | |
| We got methods to make you talk | |
| Prepare the burning stake | |
| The heat of the fire reveals the liar | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Come fire, come blood | |
| Wash the sin away | |
| Purified in purgatory | |
| My holy law justifies my greed | |
| Men' s taste for blood | |
| Justifies my deeds | |
| The work is done no one has won | |
| But an arbitrary law | |
| With a peculiar pride and a guinea smile | |
| Collect your silver and go | |
| Travel on with your holy fire | |
| But bear these words in mind | |
| The truth meets the liar | |
| You' ll reap what you saw | |
| Pain I need your pain | |
| The mark of your blood will tell me | |
| Confess the truth | |
| Pain taste my pain | |
| No use to resist, make it easy | |
| Confess my truth | |
| Black witches burn | |
| You all will burn | |
| Now witches burn | |
| In pain |