3. Witches Fly High Over Salem

Duration

9:14

Genres

Metal

Lyrics

“Reverend, Abigail Is a witch.” “Tituba hast woken the devil in her soul.” Witches fly high over Salem, hidden in the lunacy of night. Never even seen by the eyes of the villagers; This is a massacre, not a holy war. They’re starting the ducking, and building the pyre; feeding its flames till it burns bright. Hallucinations take over their minds, as Ergot grows on the bread of the poor. This is a holocaust of innocence. Fear of the devil makes them animals. This is a holocaust of innocence. Fear of the devil makes them animals. Asphyxiation from water in the lungs, Through the liquid, they hear them chanting in tongues. If they drown, then they died in vain. No one but them can understand this pain. Witches fly high over Salem, hidden in the lunacy of night; Never even seen by the eyes of the villagers. This is a massacre, not a holy war. Accusing those who lack any power, they kill people who can’t take flight. Judges construe the words of little Dorothy, taking prisoner of a girl who’s four. Fair trial doesn’t exist in this town. You are what they say that you are. Fair trial doesn’t exist in this town. You are what they say that you are. Asphyxiation from water in the lungs, Through the liquid, they hear them chanting in tongues. If they drown, then they died in vain. No one but them can understand this pain. Witches fly high over Salem, hidden in the lunacy of night; Never even seen by the eyes of the villagers. This is a massacre, not a holy war. They’re starting the ducking, and building the pyre; feeding its flames till it burns bright. Hallucinations take over their minds, as Ergot grows on the bread of the poor. Fair trial doesn’t exist in this town. You are what they say that you are. Fair trial doesn’t exist in this town. You are what they say that you are.