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   Heretic

 

 

  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 tell