Lords of Salem

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 one 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 one can ever save them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can destroy them

Do you think they suffered

Up on Gallows Hill?

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can ever save them

God hates the Lords of Salem

No one can destroy them

Do you think they suffered

Up on Gallows Hill?