[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"]
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A peaceful town down by the lake
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A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said
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Quite prosperous one might add
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Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake
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Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter
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Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross
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This dormancy lasted until a dusk in August
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A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any lady
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He was greeted with warmth and friendliness
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Though a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men
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Nobody wondered why he spoke no words of god
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And his eyes were glued to women's bodies
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Nobody simply paid any attention to it
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Especially the women enchanted by his attractiveness
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Until one day the paint on the church walls began to crumble
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The crop festered and the cattle began to die
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The wives disappeared just before midnight
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Only return before the first rays of sunrise
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It began to show at the end of the month
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The crop and the cattle dead, ground frozen, famine awaited
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Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good will
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People became wary of each other for anybody could have
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Evoked this curse upon them
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[Part Two: "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"]
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"He must be the root of all this misery
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The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to eternity
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Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches
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Let us tie them up to the stake - burn, witches, burn"
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Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone
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Of course it had to be the stranger
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Following their wives at night they had found the orgies
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Rituals to bring forth the powers of Hell
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"How could you our beloved wives
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Grant your bodies to be used to do evil
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On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any
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Follow us to the hills - burn, witches, burn"
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First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher
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Was sleeping off the exertions of the night
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A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart
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Sending him to join his master in the pits of Hell
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The few women still considered faithful
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Were told to stay at home
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While the others were being marched to the hills
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These women gathered...
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The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills
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Where huge bonfires were standing
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Tied up to the stakes they were - naked to face the god
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In tears they cried: "We were possessed!"
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"In the name of the holy trinity
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Be purified by these flames
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We pray for your souls on your way to damnation
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For all the evil you have done - burn, witches, burn"
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[Part Three: "WITCH HUNTERS"]
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Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come back
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Only the painful memories were acting as reminders
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There was a new phenomenon that made rumours spread
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Something was going on in the deep dark woods
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A cult curtained in secrecy...or evil spirits of the night?
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The nature of these mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown
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A cult of witch hunters
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The offspring of the preacher and his whores
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In the jet-black night of Samhain
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The peace and happiness were broken
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The demonic hordes from the woods
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Stormed through the town setting it ablaze
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"We have come to avenge the death of our mothers
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Now you can also get a taste of the Inferno"
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The witch hunters marched into every house
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Impaling the burners and their kin
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The church was burned by their infernal hatred
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Womens raped by their infernal lust
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The men who judged the mothers to be burned
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Were treated like the mothers had been treated
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After the horrifying hours of torture
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They were tied and burned at the stake
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After the task was completed the earth started to shake
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The remains of the houses collapsed to the ground
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The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed
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Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted
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The Witch-Hunts Trilogy
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Darkwoods My Betrothed |