Witches of Salem

The night has haunted the moon, and the howling of the creature has taken the child

The eyes of a mortal have been eaten, and the skull of an empty brain remains

Salem has ruled the wilderness of maddened willows that blow in the hollows of the storm

Witches of pretend beauty, the touch of their hand, the stare of their might, and the torture

Of the heart that has been driven with a stake into the darkest hole in the earth, the grave

It is betrayal, the smell of death, the beast at the galley of doom, and the sacrificed

Pigs, and the dripping of blood into the mouths of slaves, while the flames are driven

The smoke is covering the temptation of evil, while the screams of young children are known

And the scars of the flesh are with pink and white fat of the goats head, it is worn by the man

Who slain the witch demon, and she is now under his spell, the hell of the crucified spirits

The dragons tail of contempt, and the wings of the beast are beating in the heats flame

No longer the temptations, but the deliverance of a prophecy of mercy and the end of time

Has finally come, where all mankind will no longer survive the touch of the witches of Salem

This will be the very last time, to be under the spell of a harsh and cruel world of darkness

Now the witches will be put to death, as they burn in the ashes of their shame