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