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Voices of the Dead - "Witches of Salem"

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A fell wind descends on the town of Salem in the dead of night on the shoulders of the breeze Cascading deliberately through a veiled shadow delivered deceit; the witch hunters manual They desire power and money, let the peasants hang at the rich man's hand putting seals into fate and nails into coffins A forced confession plagiarized from the text of the white man yet uttered through the lips of voudun His influence waned like the moon, longing to regain that lunar glow as its full upon which they germinate seeds, growing crops of cash if they could they need to focus their power through the chakras vermillion and yellow and red Unmasking the devils through the witches of Salem Scapegoat the craft as their power was waning Like sheep in a flock, you bow to your master Don't think for yourself if you value your life or your wife your home or your crops or you freedom that's a fear campaign Don't question the shepherd let your faith be blind as we kill our neighbors Scapegoat the craft for your fear of it's power You needn't project your shadow on my soul When chakras are balanced the earth can breathe Your ideals will shatter as they should Ignorance, deceit, mass hysteria They say follow the crowd and keep your head down I say fuck the crowd don't ever look down Unmasking the devils through the witches of Salem Scapegoat the craft as their power was waning Like sheep in a flock, you bow to your master Don't think for yourself if you value your life or your wife your home or your crops or you freedom that's a fear campaign The witches of Salem began to die They killed them one by one without reason why They hung them at the noose They made a mistake The witches of Salem began to die