Twelve Bells Toll in Salem

Twelve bells toll her cracking neck
Gallows hewn from human hands
Aching bellies are famine fuelled
Worn and weathered the bloodied bones
That do the Puritans wish

I am the Dread Sovereign
Take these words my son
Let my death not be in vain
And Praise Satan

I am the Dread Sovereign
So take these words

A woman slender neck
Burnt and wheeling rope
She will hang till dead
Despite her protests
A black soul in conspiracy
With the divine Goat
Driven by the Devil's lust

I am the Dread Sovereign
Take these words my son

And let my death not be in vain
And let my death not be in vain

Praise Satan in this world and the
Hail Satan
We praise Satan in this world and the next
We praise Satan