The winds blow cold as darkness falls on Salem
The old fortress still visible in the night
Blood red skies bathe the moon in crimson
As the air grows thick with negative light
The screams of many can be heard here often
As horrific torture is relived in the cold
Relentless persecution of the innocent ones
Brought on by fears of stories they were told
False trials held with no intent to find justice
Prosecution at any cost the final decision
Penalty of death a high price for witchcraft
Thousands of lives ended with evil precision
Women of covens brought swiftly to justice
With the use of fire, water, axe, and rope
The truth of the witch brings supernatural life
While restoring the purity of newly found hope
Age old times of these burnings at the stake
Bringing shame upon the ones holding power
For revenge shall be sought from here ever after
As the Almighty hand of God strikes the hour
White light of the witch turned dark by the fearful
Once pure intentions are now turned malevolent
What was once true beauty of nature misunderstood
Now becomes Evil incarnate strong and prevalent
When the night bathes the moon in a crimson hue
Find yourself far away from the site of the burnings
For the sinister things that the wicked undertake
Are retaliations of the murdered innocent returning