The frost along Salem

Night owls call through bloody beaks as the ravens wings make blankets to sleep
Darkened landscapes construct lullabies from deep
Deep within the shadows where the willow trees weep

The decorative frost approaches swiftly seemingly lost and wispy
To decorate the ropes that hang
Forgotten souls begotten of fear and pain

Screams rang out from Salem
Cheers and praise for god

    Drown her, if she dies she's saved; but if she lives she dies today!
    Sever the tongue from the blasphemies!
    Hang the unholy liar!
    Pile the sticks doused in lamp oil higher!
    Burn the bitch!
    .....witches get fire!

Down along the icy river where the freezing bank still grows
A row of aging trees stand shivering, never numb to the raging cold
Those trees hold onto the memories of the fear begotten souls
They died but as they did they whispered
And Salem suddenly froze