Heretic

Heretic, burn at the stake

Witch float like a log



Wine from the blade on the 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 a twisted tree



Heretic, burn at the cross



Witch, float like a log



Flask over fire, from cobwebs of cellars

Turning metal into gold

A secret till the last word's untold



Accused and convicted

For nothing I suffer your fear

Nailed to a burning cross

Heretic, heretic