Letra de North Berwick Witch Trials
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane Told his coven gathered: "Kill King James" Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing Burn it slowly whist he is sleepingFeed him with poison, bring the monarchy down Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned3 covens of 39 In 1591 that night performed a rite A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight To destroy the king of EnglandCreate a storm, whilst overseas he sails To bring his Danish bride to these Isles They christened a cat in his name; Threw it in a pond, no shame A tempest was aroused, who should he blameHunt down those Witches, confess or die Sink or swim, they're guilty - let's hang 'em high3 covens of 39 In 1591 that night performed a rite A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight To destroy the king of EnglandWitchcraft spreading all around this Christian land Find them; burn them to the ground Their souls condemnedTheir ill fated curse failed so the king held trial The first great persecution of the British Isles An imp sucks a spinster's nipple A hare drains milk from cattle A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ballPierce flesh with needles three inches in If they scream they're guilty, guilty as sin3 covens slaughtered that night 39 crucified, burned and hanged alive Interrogated at our first witch trials Sentenced by the king of England