North Berwick Witch Trials Songtext / Lyric

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