I speak the truth   I dare not tell 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 one can not 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   Victim of the fury   Glory to the saint   Before you start to bury      God hates the lords of salem   No one can not save them   God hates the lords of salem   No one can destroy them      God hates the lords of salem   No one can not save them   God hates the lords of salem   No one can destroy them