Perhaps a welcome comeback with the English language now that the CD has reached its' eleventh track and only one song up until here has had the benefit of an international tounge. Being delt the cards of quite few keyboards during the first half this track gives little remorse. Spitting vocals and unmatched riffing makes this song into an almost "Thrash-like" song with its' speedy arrangements. I pity those who cherish the faith of the cross. For here, the words are merciless as a tale of when inquisitors burn a child upon the pyres while trying to indoctrinate the population of the village with terror and by scaring them into submission. I, myself do feel extremely oncomfortable while entering churches whenever I am forced (friends marrieges, baptisms etc) since the buildings that stand yet today only serves as a horrible reminder of our ancestors payment in blood for the erection of these buildings. Being christian with the heritage it bears is something I just cannot grasp.

The story is told from different characters and groups of people which creates a quite different storyline. If one doesn't understand who is saying what then the lyrics sound like utter nonsense since it contradicts itself. So it is wise to have the lyrics in front of oneself while playing the song if one cares about the lyrical contents.

Even though the title clearly states "Salem 1692" the songs story applies to almost any of Europes first encounters with Christianity. Since "Salem" in America is a well known landmark and has several documented witchburnings I felt it quite appropriet to also include it in the title along with most of the documents dated year.

Total running time: 6:35


The Kindred (Salem 1692)

NARRATOR:
Evil perished the day
Or so they thought when there stood in pale
On trial with hands tied to her back
All but a child told to be taught of herecy

THE ONLOOKER:
The demons in cloaks arrive and light the pyres high
Whilst hiding behind the doctrine built on scriptures of lies

The wicked Kindred watch with pride
With the icon of their malice at side
None here will regret today
As virtue ends up lost in flames

THE ELDERS OF THE VILLAGE:
So You've come here to slay all the witches?
On Your mission straight from God
To justify Your faith it seems our women at the stakes must die

THE ONLOOKER & THE WISE MAN:
Tears all mingle with her blood
Does fall for the teachings from above
With torture meant to drive us all to the shackles of their lies
For all are sinners in the eyes of God
Until we all belong to the likes of Him
(With devine right) To see to it that all nonebelievers die

HIGH PRIEST TO HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS:
Bring them to their knees
For to spread the gospels the best tool is fear of God
And all the sins we do create to keep them all at bay
And have them pay in blood and finally their beliefs

THE INQUISITORS TO THE VILLAGERS:
In this year of our Lord, by the grace of our hordes
We have come to save You from Your afterlife
Though most of You will die, be sure though to abide
Salvation lies after a lifetime of submission

THE VILLAGERS:
Are we to pay in blood and all our wealth
For plain intimidation of this hell?
When facing all the wealth we here possess
This image of Your God seems so much less

WITH HINDSIGHT:
But we were given no choice.