[Part "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]
A peaceful town down by the 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 with the shadow of the cross
This dormancy lasted until a dusk in A preacher came, handsome to wet any lady He was greeted warmth and friendliness a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men
Nobody wondered why he spoke no of god And his eyes were to women's bodies
Nobody simply any attention to it Especially the women by his attractiveness Until one day the paint on the church walls began to 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 cattle dead, ground frozen, famine
Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good People became wary of each other for could have Evoked curse upon them
[Part "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"]
"He must be the of all this misery The ladies, whores, a tool to send us to eternity Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the Let us tie them up to the - burn, witches, burn"
Finally the men of the town could point the to someone Of it had to be the stranger Following wives at night they had found the orgies to bring forth the powers of Hell
"How could you our wives Grant bodies to be used to do evil On him we know no mercy, nor can we you any us to the hills - burn, witches, burn"
First surrounded the guest house where the preacher Was sleeping off the of the night A cross-shaped pole they drove through his heart him to join his master in the pits of Hell
The few still considered faithful Were 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 bonfires were standing Tied up to the they were - naked to face the god In tears 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 you have done - burn, witches, burn"
[Part "WITCH HUNTERS"]
Twenty years had passed, fad come back Only the painful memories were acting as There was a new phenomenon that made rumours Something was on in the deep dark woods
A curtained in secrecy...or evil spirits of the night? The of these mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown
A cult of witch The of the preacher and his whores
In the jet-black of Samhain The and happiness were broken The demonic hordes from the Stormed through the town it ablaze
"We have to avenge the death of our mothers Now you can get a taste of the Inferno"
The witch hunters marched every house Impaling the burners and kin The church was burned by their hatred raped by their infernal lust
The men who the mothers to be burned Were treated like the mothers had treated After the horrifying hours of They were tied and at the stake
After the task was completed the earth started to The remains of the collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been the hunter became the hunted