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In the 18th century Salem, they faced persecution

Only to face the wrath of the burning stake

Condemned by those that cannot think for themselves

Foolish minions of the church and it's lies

Though the burning flesh of those destined to die

I hear the siren songs begging by the light

Forcing others to hide within the cursed night...

I hear you, oh sirens of Salem, come forth to me

Tell to me your wisdom of agest past

Of tales and wonderous times, free from the chains

Why can't they see your darkened beauty??

Afraid to face the facts that they sin too

Trying to deny themselves of pleasures and reason

Let them hear your song, for they too will see

True beauty lies within your powers of the night...

Silence the purveyors of religious filth, make them pay!!!!

Grant them eternal forment, make them feel your wrath

Witches you are proud of nature's gift...

Give me the strength to carry on after you're gone

I raise the chalice to your songs, may they remain

Forevermore!!!!!