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The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemn
What they can't comprehend must meet its end

But I won't scream,
Won't give them that satisfaction
No, I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep
And prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch

I stand accused of bein' in league with Satan
No proof for the false accusation
Talk to the stake, no hope of escape
I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate

But I won't scream,
Won't give them that satisfaction
No, I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep
And prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch

Oh, I won't scream,
Won't give them that satisfaction
I won't confess my false interaction
Now as I breathe deep
And prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch

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