The Witch-Hunts Trilogy

[part one: "the preacher came to town"]

A peaceful town down by the lake

A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said

Quite prosperous one might add

Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake

Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter

Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross

This dormancy lasted until a dusk in august

A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any lady

He was greeted with warmth and friendliness

Though a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men

Nobody wondered why he spoke no words of god

And his eyes were glued to women's bodies

Nobody simply paid any attention to it

Especially the women enchanted by his attractiveness

Until one day the paint on the church walls began to crumble

The crop festered and the cattle began to die

The wives disappeared just before midnight

Only return before the first rays of sunrise

It began to show at the end of the month

The crop and the cattle dead, ground frozen, famine awaited

Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good will

People became wary of each other for anybody could have

Evoked this curse upon them

[part two: "burn, witches, burn"]

"he must be the root of all this misery

The ladies, whores, a satan's tool to send us to eternity

Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches

Let us tie them up to the stake - burn, witches, burn"

Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone

Of course it had to be the stranger

Following their wives at night they had found the orgies

Rituals to bring forth the powers of hell

"how could you our beloved wives

Grant your bodies to be used to do evil

On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any

Follow us to the hills - burn, witches, burn"

First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher

Was sleeping off the exertions of the night

A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart

Sending him to join his master in the pits of hell

The few women still considered faithful

Were told to stay at home

While the others were being marched to the hills

These women gathered...

The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills

Where huge bonfires were standing

Tied up to the stakes they were - naked to face the god

In tears they cried: "we were possessed!"

"in the name of the holy trinity

Be purified by these flames

We pray for your souls on your way to damnation

For all the evil you have done - burn, witches, burn"

[part three: "witch hunters"]

Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come back

Only the painful memories were acting as reminders

There was a new phenomenon that made rumours spread

Something was going on in the deep dark woods

A cult curtained in secrecy...or evil spirits of the night?

The nature of these mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown

A cult of witch hunters

The offspring of the preacher and his whores

In the jet-black night of samhain

The peace and happiness were broken

The demonic hordes from the woods

Stormed through the town setting it ablaze

"we have come to avenge the death of our mothers

Now you can also get a taste of the inferno"

The witch hunters marched into every house

Impaling the burners and their kin

The church was burned by their infernal hatred

Womens raped by their infernal lust

The men who judged the mothers to be burned

Were treated like the mothers had been treated

After the horrifying hours of torture

They were tied and burned at the stake

After the task was completed the earth started to shake

The remains of the houses collapsed to the ground

The jaws of hell opened right where peace once prevailed

Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted