They taught you fear of shadows deep
Of whispers riding on the breeze
They showed you hags with souls to reap
And twisted takes to ill appease
You learned to dread the midnight dance
The cauldrons brew
The judging glance
Of those who watched the embers glow
For it was not the accused one\'s plea
Nor the spells they wove in secret nights
That brought the gallows twisted tree
And snuffed out innocent fridge lights
Fear those who piled the pyre high
Who claimed God\'s word with burning breath
Their righteous rage, a hollow cry
They were the architects of death
So tremble not for those
Who met a fiery doom
But fear the wicked souls
Who sealed them in a tomb