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