Alba s touto skladbou:
The Garden Of Unearthly Delights,
Grand master of the Sabbath, John Fane
Told his coven gathered: "Kill King James"
Wax a figure of his image & wrap it in his clothing
Burn it slowly whist he is sleeping
Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Create a storm, whilst overseas he sails
To bring his Danish bride to these Isles
They christened a cat in his name;
Threw it in a pond, no shame
A tempest was aroused, who should he blame
Hunt down those Witches, confess or die
Sink or swim, they're guilty - let's hang 'em high
3 covens of 39
In 1591 that night performed a rite
A grand Sabbath with one aim in sight
To destroy the king of England
Witchcraft spreading all around this Christian land
Find them; burn them to the ground
Their souls condemned
Their ill fated curse failed so the king held trial
The first great persecution of the British Isles
An imp sucks a spinster's nipple
A hare drains milk from cattle
A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball
Pierce flesh with needles three inches in
If they scream they're guilty, guilty as sin
3 covens slaughtered that night
39 crucified, burned and hanged alive
Interrogated at our first witch trials
Sentenced by the king of England
