Was shining day, ascending the sun
Blessing bestowed by the holy son
Sheltered in silence, holding thy tongue
From Satan's lips, and no such deed done

Follow footprints, to false leaden steps
Innocence lies with most typical eyes
Two sets of tracks leads the weak to the frail
With resources of God they be cast off to hell
Justice dismissed, loaded scales tipped
Lashed into death while mortifyingly whipped
Votaries burn, watch her body turn
Another witch hangs from the gallows

Bleed, Joseph, bleed
Bleed for your mistakes
Burn, Joseph, burn
Burn upon the stake

The riot rots throughout the town and through their very souls
Hysteria flows through their minds and to the gallows pole
The maiden's slave indoctrinated by torture of the flesh
Her cries fail to reach the surface as she sinks down to her death
A mother and her weeping child indicted for the craft
Dorothy just wants to go back home to her Salem shack
Julius and Ethel warm their hearth for the Devil
Disgorged by stones and hanging, from the gallows level

Bleed, Joseph, bleed
Bleed for your mistakes
Burn, Joseph, burn
Burn upon the stake

In the shadow of the waning moon in 1692
The good(e) homeless grave less corpse awakens self-exhumed
She tears forth from her nameless grave and with a hollow shriek
Discharges from her dead beliefs, forsakes the Wiccan Reid
Twenty sick emaciated returns from the tomb
Fall upon old Salem Town and to the judges room
With somnambulistic vengeance they tear him limb from limb
With ironic morbid vehemence the witching hour begins

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