Song: Dark Magic Music - Sisters of Salem

Salem sisters.
A tragedy on everyone around.
All by the priest ministers.
Let the tragedy sound.

Bless thee of the curse, sister.
Magick in your veins now done.
Time is up, as the minister.
Is here to tell none.

And bury us unmarked.
Witches in trial.
Witches of dark.
Denial.

Sisters of Salem forever.
Buried hidden away.
We rot the ground for whoever.
The curse travels to that day.

Marked as a witch.
Unmarked in death.
Feel your breath hitch.
On the noose as you take your last breath.

Or be buried alive.
On your own.
Or with another five.
Or have your scalp shown.

Shown with blood.
As they rip off your hair.
Or the flood.
Of water in your lungs instead of air.

Or maybe the fire.
That scorned our mind.
So fire.
That they weren't kind.

Sisters.
Get rid of my magick.
Before the ministers.
Burn me with every stick.

Mass grave.
Not a single name.
Only the brave.
Know our curse is a game.

What goes next?
Everyone burns.
Who goes next.
Everyone else's turns.

The entire city burns.
The ground around us shall rot.
And crows squawk as I put them in turns.
To be burned with the city on the spot.

Burned.
Drowned.
Hung and turned.
Turns and scalped and frowned.

Frowned upon by the rest.
As we, sisters of Salem, are a witch.
A thing to detest.
A thing to see gasp and hitch.

We are a witch.
To them all.
Nothing left but a gasp and a hitch.
To try and let our witch lies fall.

We are nothing to them.
Run, dear sisters.
Hold the gem.
And run from the ministers.

Heresy and far out lies.
Run there.
Look at the flies.
As they dance on us, run anywhere.

Run away.
Run now.
Sisters of Salem sway.
Brothers of salem tell us how.

How and where to go.
Sisters tell us how.
How to be brave ever so.
Run away now!