Lords of Karma

I speak the truth, I dare not tell a 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 can ever 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, a victim of the fury Glory to the saint, before you start to bury God hates the Lords of Salem No can ever save them God hates the Lords of Salem No one can destroy them God hates the Lords of Salem No can ever save them God hates the Lords of Salem No one can destroy them