Heretic, burn at the stake Witch, float like a log
Wine from the blade on the night, night of the full moon Voices that call spirits in waiting Sharing the drink of the bond A broth of roots and charms Spells under the twisted tree
Heretic, burn at the cross Witch, float like a log
Flask over fire amongst cobwebs of cellars Mixture that turns metal into gold Bring life to the dying Secret till the last words are told
Accused and convicted For nothing I suffer your fear Nailed to a burning cross Heretic, heretic
From life to death You've been good As for the past Time will tellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
