Villagers gathered 'round the witches trail Holds the signs of mass hysteria Women scorned, and kinds accused Reason is left when the mob's to rule A trial is held, a travesty A show of power from the ministry Neighbor rat on neighbor as the act of a devout Eager to seem more pious so they sell each other out Accusations, to vilify Perjury to save your life Random acts of heresy Heinous accounts of devilry So Burn...! By the powers vested in me God's will be done, zealously Verbal abuse roars from the stands Once on trial there's no legal chance Faith is held at the maximum Praise the Lord, his will be done So-called victims made to testify Bearing witness of the Devil's might So Burn...! By the powers vested in me God's will be done, tirelessly "In the year of our Lord June 2nd, 1692, I, William Stoughton, chief magistrate Of this Grand Jury, Find you all guilty, as charged, Of acts of witchcraft and heresy. I sentence you all to be hanged by the neck Until you are dead. May God have mercy on your souls." So Burn...! By the powers vested in me God's will be done, endlessly