A Bible placed beside the, beside the butter
By a farmer of misfortune in the winter
A pig heart pinned and set on, set on fire
Only panic, superstition taken quarter

Neighbor's daughter sentenced dead
Her toes directed downward
The washer woman a victim too
The village's obsession

You, fingers out and
Come out, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Oh, possession
Everyone move, fingers out and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Oh, possession

Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession

Thou shall not suffer a witch to live
Heard in the halls of Harvard
The wonders of the world, unseen
Cotton spells woven by Jehovah's brothers

No red deer nor raven here
Nothing only craven fear
Imps they are at the teat
Thirsty for confession

You, fingers out and
Come out, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Oh, possession
Everyone move, fingers out and
Come on, come and shout
Possession, oh, possession
Oh, possession

Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession
Oh, possession

The magistrate, New England moist below him
Can you hear the bells?
The minister cloaked in black, he rings them
Yes, hear the bells, ring them straight to hell
Oh, ring the bells

Bridget was the first who hung
Though she is not the evil one
The power of possession
Yeah, possession
It's those who point that dread the bells
And hell is what they've chosen
That's the power of possession
Yeah, possession