I speak the truth
I dare not tell a lie
One child is in fits
The other child dies
Now the yellow bird sits upon her finger
The yellow bird a specter lost to lingerGod hates the Lords of Salem
No one can ever save them
God hates the Lords of Salem
No one can destroy them
Do you think they suffered
Up on Gallows Hill?
Burn me and hang me
And I always will
Tumble like a swine
A victim of the fury
Glory to the saint
Before you start to buryGod hates the Lords of Salem
No one can ever save them
God hates the Lords of Salem
No one can destroy them
Do you think they suffered
Up on Gallows Hill?
God hates the Lords of Salem
No one can ever save them
God hates the Lords of Salem
No one can destroy them
Do you think they suffered
Up on Gallows Hill?
