The streets of Salem were a terrifying sight The witches dancing with the demons in the night Their evil minions watch the town as it's in bed They wish 'em dead, with 'em dead, wish 'em dead Old Rev. Parris knew that something was amiss He felt the evil from a spiritual abyss He knew the time had come to purify the town Hunt 'em down, hunt 'em down, hunt 'em down No time was wasted in assembling a squad This pitchfork army on a mission sent from God No witch was safe from Rev. Parris' brigade Their crusade, their crusade, their crusade "Call the magistrate and don't you wait another minute cuz this Town is going to hell we don't put away the sinnin' and.. We got no time to let a jury have their turn Let 'em burn, let 'em burn, let 'em burn" The damned were crammed into a carriage in the square Their faces battered and their bodies all were bare The Reverend brought 'em to an isolated hill Time to kill, time to kill, time to kill One by one their necks were snapped beneath the cedar tree The spirits vanished and the demons all were freed They dug a hole to hold their devilish remains They were slain, they were slain, they were slain The town was safe from all these wicked dissidents They could continue with their life of innocence Dispensing justice from a higher power.. They built a church atop the spirits and the bones Their moans were heard as they were laying down the stones The witches got revenge beneath that steeple bell They cast a spell, sent the Reverend to hell
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