Witchcraft of the First Degree Lyrics

I rode through the town of Salem

On the back of a pitch black horse

Fog had draped the hillside thickets

Foreshadowing remorse

Of a night where we are all judges

Of the subjects of public discourse

Women getting dragged out of their homes

Slave driven to a noose at town square

“Burn ‘em at the stake” they shouted

A look in their eyes, a thousand yard stare

Whence cometh the prosecutors of justice?

All young women must now beware

Dearest Abigail, what is your conviction?

Betty dearest, what is your affliction?

You are bewitched, that much I can see

So we’ll kill them all to find them guilty

It’s witchcraft

Of the first degree

So who are you to pass judgment?

A jury just as guilty as the innocent

Judge and juror, criminal, crier

All will shout “death!” at the funeral pyre

What in God’s name is she doing?

She’s having a fit!

What is the cause for this?

Some might say it’s a witch!

Is there a cure?

Some would say there’s no doubt!

We must find the source!

Let’s root the bitch out!

Let’s tie her down and exorcise her soul!

A demon has appeared to take her body whole!

Why not ask her opinion to ensure we don’t fail?

What say you Abigail?

Ask the prophet, ask the seer, the possessed will state her case

These two children are the arbiters of death’s embrace

A witch? A witch?

Did she say a witch?

It’s time for the pitchfork mob!

We’ll uncover the source of this treachery

Via noose, jail or flog!

But how do we know who they are?

A trial will find out who’s gone too far!

A witch? A witch?

Did she say a witch?

It’s time for the pitchfork mob!

We’ll uncover the source of this treachery

Via noose, jail or flog!

But how do we know who they are?

A trial will find out who’s gone too far!

Sentenced to death