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Del tre i "of fear": Witch Hunt
Neil Peart brukte 18 for å fullføre denne serien på fire låter spredt ut over fire skiver
Witch Hunt
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,
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 ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.
They say there are strangers who threaten us,
Our immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness to danger us
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.
Part I: "The Enemy Within" => fra 1984 Grace Under Pressure
Part II: "The Weapon" => fra 1982 Signals)
Part III: "Witch Hunt" => fra 1981 Moving Pictures
Part IV: "Freeze"=> fra 2002 Vapor Trails
Gode låter er ikke gode før tekstene er like bra som resten og der er Peart bedre enn de fleste.