Salem Town

Salem Town

This town’s history what an awful sight, will leave you restless, in fear of the night.
Her icy chill, it fills the air.
A touch of the hand, was it really there?

I grew up here and I worked the land, learned how to build with these calloused hands.
They had me cut the timber down that laid the witches deep in the ground.
Can you hear that distant moan son?
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
On the nights, so cold and lonesome, see the gallows hanging down.
Oh beware that old Salem Town.

I watch them lead her through the town, unable to speak or make a sound.
And I hear stairs creak on the way to the top where she’d make her final drop.
Can you hear that distant moan son?
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
On the nights, so cold and lonesome, see the gallows hanging down.
Oh beware that old Salem Town.

As I sit here in this cell, an angry fire within me swells.
I close my eyes. I see her there, my blameless bride caught by their snares.

Well stack these stones up to the sky, I won’t confess to a devils lie.
With my last breath I’ll see her face.
So go on ahead son, add more weight.

Can you hear that distant moan son?
Can you hear that dreadful sound?
On the nights, so cold and lonesome, see the gallows hanging down.
Oh beware that old Salem Town.