Twelve Bells Toll in Salem - Dread Sovereign

Twelve bells toll her cracking neck

Gallows hewn from human hands

Aching bellies are famine fuelled

Worn and weathered the bloodied bones

That do the Puritans wish

I am the Dread Sovereign

Take these words my son

Let my death not be in vain

And Praise Satan

I am the Dread Sovereign

So take these words

A woman slender neck

Burnt and wheeling rope

She will hang till dead

Despite her protests

A black soul in conspiracy

With the divine Goat

Driven by the Devil’s lust

I am the Dread Sovereign

Take these words my son

And let my death not be in vain

And let my death not be in vain

Praise Satan in this world and the

Hail Satan

We praise Satan in this world and the next

We praise Satan