Heretic, burn at the stake
Witch float like a log
Wine from the blade
On the night, night of the full moon
And voices that call spirits in waiting
Sharing the drink of the bond
A broth of roots and charms
Spells under a twisted tree
Heretic, burn at the cross
Witch, float like a log
Flask over fire, from cobwebs of cellars
Mixture that turns metal into gold
Bring life to the dying
A secret till the last word's untold
Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Burn and nailed to a burning cross
Heretic, Heretic
(From life to death you've been good
The past from the past time will tell)
