Emily Williams: An American Witch Lyrics

She was the daughter of a puritan preacher, a well-
respected man in his community. Thought to be cursed
by a witch at her birth, the others often steered clear
of her company.

For you see, her mother died when Emily was still inside.
Miraculously, she survived, greeted by a room that cried.

All was not well as her life developed She had bouts
of silence and ill-temperament. Often in church, she
would cover her ears. This would hurt her father and
enrage his peers.

She was called the devil's child, bewitched at birth,
contagious and wild. With harmful intentions and
feelings so vile, causing diseases and poxes and trials.

Emily Williams was to be put to the test, so all could
see, whether or not, officially, if she was a witch.

(Solo: Dennis & Ryan)

Brought before the town in full, was Emily roped to a
pole. They set her ablaze in hopes she would go, for if
she survived, so surely they'd know...
....that she was a witch!

Of course, the physical body of Emily Williams died. A
sigh of relief from the townsfolk, they thought that
they would be fine.

The ghost of Emily Williams so surely would take her
revenge, to right the ones that wronged her, to let her
spirit transcend.

Possessing the key perpetrators responsible for her
demise, Emily viewed them as traitors and sentenced
them to suicide!

Not rushing her task, she enjoyed it. She took pleasure
in their pain. Their fear was her vindication, for she
had felt the same!

And in the end, once her task was over, she would be
remembered as a martyred soul. Another life lost to
the senseless witch hunts, an exercise to kill what they
could not control.

Still, the townsfolk lived in fear, thinking that Emily
might reappear. In repentance, so sincere, with silent
vigils held each year.