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