Trees of Salem

When the sun goes down
And the devil comes by dawn
Abigail's cries and shouts

A divine judgment appears
And the hunt for the unholy begins
Ripping hopes for peace
Beware the impending fear

Silence! Desecrated by the dance of burning flames
Pursuit for the ancient night cult
Every lost soul is to blame

We will return from the graves
We will hunt you in your dreams
We will laugh across the woods
And make a bonfire upon your cross

We will return from the graves
We will hunt you in your dreams
We will laugh across the woods
And make a bonfire upon your cross

When the sun goes down
And the devil comes by dawn
Abigail's cries and shouts

A divine judgment appears
And the hunt for the unholy begins
Ripping all the hopes for peace
Beware the impending fear

We will return from the graves
We will hunt you in your dreams
We will laugh across the woods
And make a bonfire upon your cross

We will return from the graves
We will hunt you in your dreams
We will laugh across the woods
And make a bonfire upon your cross



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Boyd Cerezo
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