[Narrator:]
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Evil perished the day
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Or so they thought when there stood in pale
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On trial with hands tied to her back
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All but a child told to be taught of herecy
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[The Onlooker:]
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The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high
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Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies
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The wicked Kindred watch with pride
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With the icon of their malice at side
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None here will regret today
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As virtue ends up lost in flames
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[The Elders Of The Village:]
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So You've come here to slay all the witches?
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On Your mission straight from God
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To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die
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[The Onlooker & The Wise Man:]
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Tears all mingle with her blood
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Does fall for the teachings from above
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With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies
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For all are sinners in the eyes of God
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Until we all belong to the likes of Him
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(With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die
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[High Priest To His Loyal Subjects:]
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Bring them to their knees
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For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God
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And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay
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And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs
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[The Inquisitors To The Villagers:]
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In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes
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We have come to save You from Your afterlife
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Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide
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Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission
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[The Villagers:]
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Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth
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For plain intimidation of this hell?
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When facing all the wealth we here possess
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This image of Your God seems so much less
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[With Hindsight:]
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But we were given no choice.
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The Kindred (Salem 1692)
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| Elvira Madigan |
