The air in my lungs, first loved,
Carves craters from my eyes,
They said: "Breathe deeply, son,
Or be the next to die..."
"Beneath the falling night
And heaven's shutting gate,
Pray keep your tongue held tight,
Or suffer the same fate!"
"The blood on our black gloves -
It is none of your concern,
If you want to call our bluff -
Get in line and wait your turn...
And watch the witches burn!"
Don't flinch when innocents
Are dancing with the flame -
If they wanted to live,
They'd learn to play the game...
You can still walk away,
If you just hold your tongue.
If you'd just walk away,
You'd live to see the sun...
But...
...Under this killing moon...
...Under this burning sky...
...The fire's shining groom...
I hold my breath and close my eyes!!!
"The blood on our black gloves -
It is none of your concern,
If you want to call our bluff -
Get in line and wait your turn!"
"The blood on our black gloves -
It is none of your concern,
If you want to call our bluff -
Get in line and wait your turn...
And watch the witches burn!"
Bu-u-u-urn!!!
We'll watch the witches burn!!!
