Burned At The Stake In Whitewood, Massachusetts

In 1692
Decanting the soul, embracing the glitch
And as the rainstorms poured
I made my pact with Whitewood witch

Burned at the stake

In the city of the dead
Where I sought to ease the pain
With Mrs Newless and the coven of the witches
When all attempts at redemption seemed to be in vain

Burned at the stake

Accused of human sacrifice
But make no mistake
We mourned
When she was burned at the stake

Burned at the stake