The Witch-hunts Trilogy Lyrics - Darkwoods My Betrothed

[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"] 

A peaceful town down by the lake 

A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said 

Quite prosperous one might add 

Rye fields, cattle, and the riches of the lake 

Fallacious was their dormancy of shelter 

Blindfolded had they themselves with the shadow of the cross 

This dormancy lasted until a dusk in August 

A preacher came, handsome enough to wet any lady 

He was greeted with warmth and friendliness 

Though a bit of jealousy showed on the looks of the men 

Nobody wondered why he spoke no words of god 

And his eyes were glued to women's bodies 

Nobody simply paid any attention to it 

Especially the women enchanted by his attractiveness 

Until one day the paint on the church walls began to crumble 

The crop festered and the cattle began to die 

The wives disappeared just before midnight 

Only return before the first rays of sunrise 

It began to show at the end of the month 

The crop and the cattle dead, ground frozen, famine awaited 

Vanished was the atmosphere of honesty and good will 

People became wary of each other for anybody could have 

Evoked this curse upon them 

[Part Two: "BURN, WITCHES, BURN"] 

"He must be the root of all this misery 

The ladies, whores, a Satan's tool to send us to eternity 

Ring, brothers, ring the bells and bring the torches 

Let us tie them up to the stake - burn, witches, burn" 

Finally the men of the town could point the guilt to someone 

Of course it had to be the stranger 

Following their wives at night they had found the orgies 

Rituals to bring forth the powers of Hell 

"How could you our beloved wives 

Grant your bodies to be used to do evil 

On him we know no mercy, nor can we give you any 

Follow us to the hills - burn, witches, burn" 

First they surrounded the guest house where the preacher 

Was sleeping off the exertions of the night 

A cross-shaped pole they drove through his black heart 

Sending him to join his master in the pits of Hell 

The few women still considered faithful 

Were told to stay at home 

While the others were being marched to the hills 

These women gathered... 

The guilty women of the town were taken to the hills 

Where huge bonfires were standing 

Tied up to the stakes they were - naked to face the god 

In tears they cried: "We were possessed!" 

"In the name of the holy trinity 

Be purified by these flames 

We pray for your souls on your way to damnation 

For all the evil you have done - burn, witches, burn" 

[Part Three: "WITCH HUNTERS"] 

Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come back 

Only the painful memories were acting as reminders 

There was a new phenomenon that made rumours spread 

Something was going on in the deep dark woods 

A cult curtained in secrecy...or evil spirits of the night? 

The nature of these mysterious creatures...and their origin were unknown 

A cult of witch hunters 

The offspring of the preacher and his whores 

In the jet-black night of Samhain 

The peace and happiness were broken 

The demonic hordes from the woods 

Stormed through the town setting it ablaze 

"We have come to avenge the death of our mothers 

Now you can also get a taste of the Inferno" 

The witch hunters marched into every house 

Impaling the burners and their kin 

The church was burned by their infernal hatred 

Womens raped by their infernal lust 

The men who judged the mothers to be burned 

Were treated like the mothers had been treated 

After the horrifying hours of torture 

They were tied and burned at the stake 

After the task was completed the earth started to shake 

The remains of the houses collapsed to the ground 

The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed 

Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted