The air 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 seen the sun



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

And watch the witches burn

We'll watch the witches burn