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A Wickedness Came Upon ThemThey all know; A shadow lives out in the woodsBut not a word is ever spoken thereof T'is; an evil of their own design But denial was a part of a puritan's life, they would lock their doors and pray to their lord Though in the end, it was not him who heard them... Finally one night, the bells tolled doom The witch rose out from her ancient tomb All the villagers shuddered in their guilty sleep Then awoke to the sound of rats in their walls Frightened they huddled together for warmth All the lights were lit, swaying in a strange draft When an eerie change came over their expressions Apprehension, piety, or a dark hint of lust? Then as the light flickered and died They started to turn A wickedness came upon them Gripped by obscene, unspeakable urges Madness took them by the hand and led them to a darker place A wickedness crept upon their homes Yes, a wickedness came upon them A wickedness came upon their souls Slowly a new morning approached In church lay a filthy bloody mass of broken flesh A puritan orgy of perverted sex, torture and death The young, the old, all and one died willingly in raging sadistic ecstasy! It was the coldness of the tomb That had crept through the land The wickedness of the witch A mirror of their sinful hearts The witch saw it all and smiled Then turned away, and walked back to hell |