Ceremonial Castings - The Crucible And The Cross lyrics

(Salve, mortis, salve) All rise ye who stand accused For practice of the witches craft Silent tongues that speak no truth Continuing down the devil's path Are ye guilty folk, inflected ill Riding dead air unto the tomb? Speak not, hear not as ye be With one who cradles an abundant womb Those who suffer, shall suffer no more And the town shall be ridden of all witches lore Hereby guilty and sentenced To hang by noose Amongst faith now It be your lives you will loose Pronounced excommunicate To die with morning next But unnoticed upon the judge This night brings a wicked hex