The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemnWhat they can't comprehend must meet its endBut I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction
No I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witchI stand accused of bein' in league with Satan
No proof for the false accusation
Tied to the stake, no hope of escape
I stand alone and embrace my fiery fateBut I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction
No I won't confess my false interaction
As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch
Oh I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction
I won't confess my false interaction
Now as I breathe deep and prepare for my passing
I hear them chant, burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch