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