Ghosts of Salem

Though systems fall and nations wither
It seems there’s eternal supremacy
Of burning stakes

… And every time collective mind decays
Awaken ghosts of Salem
Each drop of blood spilled for the mass delusion
Entrench the shrine of Salem

Their vile faces contort in fear
They hate for no reason revealed
Here comes the time when “they” change into “it”

… And every time collective mind decays
Awaken ghosts of Salem
Each drop of blood spilled for the mass delusion
Entrench the shrine of Salem

Mistaken for justice – the pure lynch
Bloodthirsty mob’s insanity
Just common people in the crowd
Uncover the grime of their souls

Ghosts of Salem..

(Muzyka – Albert Żółtowski, Tekst – Mateusz Drzewicz)

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