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 see the sun but

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...


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


Burn

We'll watch the witches burn


Burn
Burn

Burn

We'll watch the witches burn