it s the darkened years superstition s flying high there is pain there is fear in the poverty s sigh preachers on a frightening spree of demons and hell s fire warnings of the devil s decree in all sinful desires a boy have just arrived an orphan he s become from adultery and incest and witchery to the seething alleys of quarrels and discord a storm cloud has finally gathered discussions long into the night about the dark one s diabolical scheme children they listen and they dream well fed nightmares of a similar theme imaginations out of control for each morning they tell more and more summon the new boy for a watch he have seen the signs of evil before there is the devil s bride rode on the goat astride god save us from satan s firm hand there is the torture witch poked us with glowing sticks god save us from satan s allies in the name of our lord i m harmless confess your sins to our christ i can t confess to what children dream prejudiced tongues has twisted their minds before your eyes silence you whore of the dark one save your soul and repent what you ve done accuse the poor and get a tap on the head you truly are a blessed child she will burn in iron upon the stake accuse the countess and get a slap into the face you aught to know a noble s rang she s too venerable for you poor fool speed up the pace chanting the praise ever higher hysteric ball sentence them all to the fire one day the boy confessed his lies i know nothing about the witches ways one after one they all came forth rather informers than burn at the end of the day there is the wicked tongue from indolence it sprung god save us from sinister minds there is the fiendish flock all limbs are chained and locked god save us from sinister minds there is the serpent s fang from where the evil sprang god save him from the dark of hell there is a boy aflame ending his fancied game god save him from satan s demons 