| It’s the darkened years
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| Superstition’s flying high
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| There is pain, there is fear
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| In the poverty’s sigh
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| Preachers on a frightening spree
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| Of demons and hell’s fire
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| Warnings of the devil’s decree
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| In all sinful desires
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| A boy have just arrived
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| An orphan he’s become
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| From adultery and incest and witchery
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| To the seething alleys
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| Of quarrels and discord
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| A storm cloud has finally gathered
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| Discussions long into the night
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| About the dark one’s diabolical scheme
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| Children they listen and they dream
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| Well-fed nightmares of a similar theme
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| Imaginations out of control
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| For each morning they tell more and more
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| — Summon the new boy for a watch
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| He have seen the signs of evil before
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| — There is the devil’s bride
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| Rode on the goat astride
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| God save us from Satan’s firm hand!
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| There is the torture witch
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| Poked us with glowing sticks
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| God save us from Satan’s allies!
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| — In the name of our Lord I’m harmless
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| — Confess your sins to our Christ!
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| — I can’t confess to what children dream
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| Prejudiced tongues has twisted
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| Their minds before your eyes
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| — Silence, you whore of the dark one
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| Save your soul and repent what you’ve done!
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| Accuse the poor
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| And get a tap on the head
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| — You truly are a blessed child
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| She will burn in iron upon the stake
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| Accuse the countess
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| And get a slap into the face
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| — You aught to know a noble’s rang
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| She’s too venerable for you poor fool
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| — Speed up the pace
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| Chanting the praise
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| Ever higher
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| Hysteric ball:
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| — Sentence them all
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| To the fire!
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| One day the boy confessed his lies
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| — I know nothing about
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| The witches ways
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| One after one they all came forth
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| — Rather informers than burn
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| At the end of the day
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| — There is the wicked tongue
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| From indolence it sprung
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| God save us from sinister minds!
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| There is the fiendish flock
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| All limbs are chained and locked
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| God save us from sinister minds!
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| There is the serpent’s fang
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| From where the evil sprang
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| God save him from the dark of hell!
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| There is a boy aflame
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| Ending his fancied game
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| God save him from Satan’s demons! |