Do you sleep well at night? 

Conscience clean and light? 

Then think again, if you please, 

so the guilt hasn't disappeared with the breeze. 

I don't mean to create unease, 

but the witches are in sight. 

They are standing on the hill 

and I don't think they carry good will. 

For their eyes are burning hot, 

chanting and leering from their spot. 

They are making promises of no sleep until they got 

revenge on all of Pendle Hill. 

Because these are no ordinary witches, 

they carry devastating riches, 

of the wronged and the oppressed, 

of the innocent that nothing possessed. 

Of the men and women that with goodness was blessed, 

but hunted and hung and thrown in the ditches. 

They are here to avenge those poor souls, 

bringing them peace is their goals. 

So at night they look down, 

they find all with guilt around, 

even the guilt that you drown. 

And then they switch the roles. 

The prosecuter becomes the defending, 

though no argument will stop the impending, 

from free and in the right 

to wrong and dead as the night. 

For if they find that you have blown out a light, 

they will judge you as descending. 

So before you sleep 

make sure, 

make absolutely sure, 

that no one innocent hunts your life.