A village on the edge of wicked woods,

wily, wondrous, wicked woods.

We must stay pure, we must stay pure.

The accused know not

the answers, only the accusers.

We must be sure, we must be sure.

You taunt children.

You stop Christians going to prayer.

You have a cat, a bird, a hairy beast.

You pluck spirits from the air.

I never afflicted no child,

never in my life;

it is due to malice

that I am in this strife.

You must repent,

seek Christ again,

or you’ll see gore, you’ll see gore.