I speak the truth, I dare not tell a lie

One child is in fits, the other child dies

Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger

The yellow bird a specter lost to linger

God hates the Lords of Salem

No can ever save them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can destroy them

Do you think they suffered up on Gallows Hill?

Burn me and hang me and I always will

Tumble like a swine, a victim of the fury

Glory to the saint, before you start to bury

God hates the Lords of Salem

No can ever save them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can destroy them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No can ever save them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can destroy them