[Part "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]
A peaceful down by the lake A cradle of goodness and it was said prosperous one might add Rye fields, cattle, and the of the lake was their dormancy of shelter Blindfolded had they themselves the shadow of the cross
This dormancy lasted until a in August A came, handsome enough to wet any lady He was with warmth and friendliness a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men
Nobody wondered why he no words of god And his eyes glued to women's bodies
simply paid any attention to it Especially the women by his attractiveness Until one day the paint on the church began to crumble The crop festered and the 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 cattle dead, ground frozen, awaited
was the atmosphere of honesty and good will People became wary of other for anybody could have Evoked this curse upon
[Part "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"]
"He be the root of all this misery The ladies, whores, a Satan's to send us to eternity Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the 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 Following their at night they had found the orgies to bring forth the powers of Hell
"How you our beloved wives your 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 surrounded the guest where the preacher Was sleeping off the of the night A cross-shaped pole drove through his black heart Sending him to join his in the pits of Hell
The few women considered faithful Were to stay at home While the others being marched to the hills women gathered... The women of the town were taken to the hills Where bonfires were standing up to the stakes they were - naked to face the god In tears cried: "We were possessed!"
"In the name of the holy Be by these flames We for your souls on your way to damnation For all the evil you done - burn, witches, burn"
Three: "WITCH HUNTERS"]
Twenty years had passed, fad come back Only the painful memories were acting as There was a new that made rumours spread Something was going on in the deep dark
A cult curtained in secrecy...or spirits of the night? The nature of mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown
A cult of witch The offspring of the and his whores
In the jet-black of Samhain The peace and happiness were The hordes from the woods through the town setting it ablaze
"We have come to avenge the death of our Now you can get a taste of the Inferno"
The witch hunters marched into every Impaling the burners and kin The church was by their infernal hatred Womens raped by their infernal
The men who the mothers to be burned Were like the mothers had been treated After the hours of torture They were and burned at the stake
the task was completed the earth started to shake The of the houses collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been the hunter became the hunted