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[father I've seen her through the window]
[she's been summoning spirits]
[she's brought a curse on us all]
[and for that she has to be punished]
[and I got these voices in my head]
[telling me I got to stop her]
[cause she speaks to the dead]
Darkness casts upon us all
Gone is the light that used to fall
Darkness casts upon us all
Dead is life buried since old
Sorrow voices
I'm being embraced by the dark black hole
[solo.Englund]
Watched you your blasphemy
Your filthy soul must be cleansed by me
I'm your salvation
I'm your christ
But instead of me you'll be crucified
Father
She speaks to the dead
And I'll crave her confession
Cause she speaks to the dead
[solo.Bronell]
There she is
Lighting the candles
I'm watching her again
Becoming at one with the shadows
She must be punished
And I am the one
To exorcise the demons
Make sure it's done
Father
She speaks to the dead
And I'll crave her confession
Cause she speaks to the dead
[solo.Englund]
[solo.Bronell]
[she's been summoning spirits]
[she's brought a curse on us all]
[and for that she has to be punished]
[and I got these voices in my head]
[telling me I got to stop her]
[cause she speaks to the dead]
Darkness casts upon us all
Gone is the light that used to fall
Darkness casts upon us all
Dead is life buried since old
Sorrow voices
I'm being embraced by the dark black hole
[solo.Englund]
Watched you your blasphemy
Your filthy soul must be cleansed by me
I'm your salvation
I'm your christ
But instead of me you'll be crucified
Father
She speaks to the dead
And I'll crave her confession
Cause she speaks to the dead
[solo.Bronell]
There she is
Lighting the candles
I'm watching her again
Becoming at one with the shadows
She must be punished
And I am the one
To exorcise the demons
Make sure it's done
Father
She speaks to the dead
And I'll crave her confession
Cause she speaks to the dead
[solo.Englund]
[solo.Bronell]
Lyrics submitted by ricoetc
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This strikes me as a tale of the classic Witch Hunt. Think of it: early America, a new land, with the settlers freshly moved in. This is a land of promise and different from Ye Olde Country.
It is because of this sense of freedom that some people felt a freedom from their beliefs...dabbling in esoteric and unusual arts...
...but plenty of people were not affected in this way, and so someone looks out their window one night and gazes upon something terrifying: a woman, "lighting the candles...speak(ing) to the dead."
This is clearly a re-telling of this classic Witch Hunt tale.