A cursor place in a bustling town
Where once witches were dragged down
Down by feet with stones so cold
Their tragic fates in stories told
Condemned by fear, by ignorance
Thrown to test their dark allegiance
Over twenty souls met watery doom
Their spirits linger in endless gloom
On St. Andrew's night they rise
Witches' whispers, haunted cries
Dancing wild where they were slain
Echoes of their endless pain
The lake is gone, but not their whales
Replaced by parks, by modern tales
Yet still at night their voices play
In shadows where the children stray
Spectral forms with eyes so bright
Twist and twirl in the pale moonlight
Restless souls in midnight's haze
Bound to their eternal maze
On St. Andrew's night they rise
Witches' whispers, haunted cries
Dancing wild where they were slain
Echoes of their endless pain
Beneath the park, beneath the ground
The cursed whispers still resound
Laughter mixed with sorrow's plea
A dance of death for all to see
Their tale persists through time's long wake
Of witches drowned in the city's lake
Now just a memory, a ghostly trace
Their cries still haunt this modern place
On St. Andrew's night they rise
Witches' whispers, haunted cries
Dancing wild where they were slain
Echoes of their endless pain
Though the lake has long since dried
A new life in the city's stride
Their spirits dance forever free
A haunting in our memory
Though the lake has long since dried
A new life in the city's stride
Their spirits dance forever free
A haunting in our memory
Violin plays
Though the lake has long since dried
A new life in the city's stride
Their spirits dance forever free
A haunting in our memory
A haunting in our memory