When Winter Spectres Come
Return from the witches tomb
unclean spirits of deceased
to spread revenge in deepest gloom
Salem shall never rest in peace
Hear the voice of the dead;
long lost voice of the damned
From wood & sky they come
to haunt & awake from dream
swollen voices to harrow by night
swift infliction to covert thy screams
Hear the voice of the dead;
long lost voice of the damned
And forth be set upon
Salem this curse
an evil on all
that can not be taught
until revenge
19 witches will thirst
& upon Salem this day...
the devil still walks