In the country of Essex, as in today's world False accusations, rage, control is lost And the media massacre begins, envy is the fuse The egocentricity, gunpowder Hundred forty-four are the suspects Hundred forty-four condemned to death You are the scum! You are the witch! You are hysterical! You are the whore of Salem! Gossip and frustration, the seed of doubt The farce trial extends with the court of pigs Judges are coming, prophets sent by the law The priest of disgust and the clerical slaves Burn in Hell, damned infector Snuff it in agony, twisted in remorse You are the scum! You are the witch! You are hysterical! You are the whore of Salem! Like today, in front on the screen They're all ready to judge Crowned by themselves With no life to live The deception continues At Salem as in the net No justice for witches Only the certainty of the punishment Hundred forty-four are the suspects Hundred forty-four condemned to death Burn in Hell, damned infector Snuff it in agony, twisted in remorse Hundred forty-four are the suspects Hundred forty-four condemned to death You are the scum! You are the witch! You are hysterical! You are the whore of Salem!