Sacrifice, holy rites
The secrecy and alter wine
Black candles burning low
To the meetings again they go

Picard can't wait
To take away another soul
Oh, it's a shame!
Picard was so insane

In the year of 1642 it came to an end
In 1642, imprisonment

Sacrifice, holy rites
The secrecy and alter wine
Black [bad word] this way
Father Picard will soon be going

He's ill, so sick
Now his meetings are forever over
Oh, it's a shame!
They went along with his game

In the year of 1642 it came to an end
In 1642, imprisonment

Sacrifice, holy rites
The secrecy and alter wine
The nuns can't take the blame
One after one they suffer a breakdown

Confession, confession!
They confess to diabolic possession
Oh, it's shame!
Even Madeleine has gone insane

In the year of 1642 Madeline was leaving [bad word] In 1642 she found freedom in her prison cell