[Part "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]
A peaceful down by the lake A cradle of and righteousness it was said Quite one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the of the lake Fallacious was their dormancy of Blindfolded had they with the shadow of the cross
dormancy lasted until a dusk in August A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any He was greeted warmth and friendliness Though a bit of showed on the looks of the men
Nobody why he spoke no words of god And his eyes were glued to women's
Nobody simply paid any to it Especially the women enchanted by his Until one day the on the church walls began to crumble The festered and the cattle began to die The wives just before midnight return before the first rays of sunrise
It began to at the end of the month The crop and the dead, ground frozen, famine awaited
Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good People wary of each other for anybody could have Evoked this upon them
[Part "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"]
"He must be the root of all this The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to us to eternity Ring, brothers, the bells and bring the torches Let us tie them up to the - burn, witches, burn"
the men of the town could point the guilt to someone Of course it had to be the their wives at night they had found the orgies Rituals to bring forth the of Hell
"How could you our beloved Grant your to be used to do evil On him we no mercy, nor can we give you any us to the hills - burn, witches, burn"
First they surrounded the guest house where the Was sleeping off the exertions of the A cross-shaped pole they drove through his heart Sending him to join his master in the of Hell
The few women still considered Were told to at home While the others were being to the hills women gathered... The women of the town were taken to the hills Where huge were standing Tied up to the stakes they were - to face the god In tears cried: "We were possessed!"
"In the name of the trinity Be purified by these We pray for your souls on your way to For all the evil you done - burn, witches, burn"
Three: "WITCH HUNTERS"]
Twenty years had passed, fad come back Only the painful memories were as reminders There was a new phenomenon that made rumours Something was going on in the deep woods
A cult curtained in secrecy...or evil spirits of the The nature of these mysterious creatures...and their were unknown
A cult of hunters The offspring of the and his whores
In the night of Samhain The peace and happiness were The demonic from the woods Stormed through the setting it ablaze
"We have come to avenge the of our mothers Now you can get a taste of the Inferno"
The witch hunters marched every house the burners and their kin The church was by their infernal hatred raped by their infernal lust
The men who judged the to be burned Were like the mothers had been treated the horrifying hours of torture They were tied and at the stake
After the task was the earth started to shake The remains of the houses collapsed to the The of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter the hunted