Run and hide, the hunt has begun!
Witches burn; no trial, no fun.
Their hammer has struck a decisive blow,
Letting little live and nothing grow.
Their minds are made, their fates are sealed,
Get away now, or your art be killed.
Abandon ship! This vessel has sunk.
They will be left with a pitiful chunk.
When the ashes have settled, nothing left to attack.
Did they make the right choice? We are not coming back!
Who are they?