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In the shadows of Salem's cursed lands,

Where darkness reigns and evil stands,

Whispers echo through the night,

Of witches dancing in moonlight.

Howling of cursed winds,

Echoes of the condemned,

In the fires they'll burn,

For their souls shall never return.

Underneath the blood-red moon,

Innocence meets its untimely doom,

Forsaken by the hands of fear,

Their cries unheard, falling on deaf ears.

Howling of cursed winds,

Echoes of the condemned,

In the fires they'll burn,

For their souls shall never return.

Beneath the trees, they gather in despair,

Bound by chains of false despair,

Their spirits rise, fueled by hate,

Avenge the innocent, seal their fate.

Howling of cursed winds,

Echoes of the condemned,

In the fires they'll burn,

For their souls shall never return.

In the ashes of Salem's plight,

Their memory haunts the endless night,

The howling of cursed winds, forever shall remain,

A reminder of humanity's darkest stain.