Thrice Under A Killing Moon Lyrics
            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
            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 through
            I hold my breath and close my eyes
        
            The blood on our black gloves?
            It is none of your concern
            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
            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.
        
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