Oooooooh
Heretic
Burn at the stake
Witch
Yeah...Float like a log

Wine from the blade on the night, night of the full moon, yeah
Ehh voices that call spirits in waiting
Sharing the drink of the bogg
A broth of roots and charms
Spells under a twisted tree

Yeah..Heretic..eh ah ah.
Burn at the cross
Witch .. yeah
Float like a log

Flask over fire, amongst the cobwebs of cellars
Mixture that turns, metal into gold
Bring life,to the dying secret till the last word's untold

Oooooooh

Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Bound and nailed to the burning cross
Heretic, Heretic

From life to death
You've been good
As for the past
Time will tell

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