Villagers gathered 'round the witches trail

Holds the signs of mass hysteria

Women scorned, and kinds accused

Reason is left when the mob's to rule

A trial is held, a travesty

A show of power from the ministry

Neighbor rat on neighbor as the act of a devout

Eager to seem more pious so they sell each other out

Accusations, to vilify

Perjury to save your life

Random acts of heresy

Heinous accounts of devilry

So burn

By the powers vested in me

God's will be done, zealously

Verbal abuse roars from the stands

Once on trial there's no legal chance

Faith is held at the maximum

Praise the Lord, his will be done

So-called victims made to testify

Bearing witness of the Devil's might

So burn

By the powers vested in me

God's will be done, tirelessly

"In the year of our Lord June 2nd, 1692,

I, William Stoughton, chief magistrate of this Grand Jury,

find you all guilty, as charged, of acts of witchcraft and heresy.

I sentence you all to be hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

May God have mercy on your souls."

So burn

By the powers vested in me

God's will be done, endlessly