[Part One: "THE CAME TO TOWN"]
A peaceful down by the lake A cradle of goodness and it was said Quite one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the of the lake Fallacious was their of shelter Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the
This lasted until a dusk in August A preacher came, handsome to wet any lady He was with warmth and friendliness Though a bit of jealousy showed on the of the men
Nobody why he spoke no words of god And his eyes were glued to bodies
Nobody simply any attention to it the women enchanted by his attractiveness Until one day the paint on the church walls to crumble The crop festered and the began to die The disappeared just before midnight Only return before the rays of sunrise
It began to show at the end of the The crop and the dead, ground frozen, famine awaited
Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and will People became wary of each for anybody could have Evoked this upon them
[Part "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"]
"He must be the root of all misery The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to Ring, brothers, ring the and bring the torches Let us tie up to the stake - burn, witches, burn"
Finally the men of the town could the guilt to someone Of course it had to be the Following their wives at night they had found the to bring forth the powers of Hell
"How could you our wives Grant bodies 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 the guest house where the preacher Was sleeping off the of the night A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black him to join his master in the pits of Hell
The few women considered faithful told to stay at home While the others being marched to the hills These gathered... The women of the town were taken to the hills Where huge bonfires were Tied up to the stakes they - naked to face the god In they cried: "We were possessed!"
"In the name of the trinity Be by these flames We pray for souls on your way to damnation For all the evil you have - burn, witches, burn"
[Part "WITCH HUNTERS"]
Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come the painful memories were acting as reminders There was a new phenomenon made rumours spread Something was going on in the dark woods
A cult curtained in secrecy...or spirits of the night? The nature of mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown
A of witch hunters The offspring of the and his whores
In the jet-black night of The and happiness were broken The hordes from the woods Stormed through the setting it ablaze
"We come to avenge the death of our mothers Now you can also get a of the Inferno"
The witch hunters marched every house Impaling the burners and kin The church was burned by their hatred Womens raped by their infernal
The men who judged the mothers to be Were like the mothers had been treated After the horrifying of torture They were and burned at the stake
After the task was completed the earth to shake The remains of the houses to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the became the hunted