Too weak to fight against god's servants Women that wants to live, or witches of Salem? They are innocent The burning stakes of holy lies You, you can't decide You have no right To torture, and k** in the god's name Do it, and you will never hide The truth will find you, you will be cursed Words of the witch, like the storm Listen to them! They will curse you Words of the witch, like the flame Will burn your soul, will k** you Consecrated ground will not host their bones People fear the holy priests No one will help them on the gallows hill And again way too young to die Words of William Stoughton: "You! Giles Corey You will be pressed To d**h, by stone! Bridget Bishop - guilty, to d**h! Martha Corey: Satan's daughter You will die, too!"