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 their 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 their concern

If you want to call our bluff

Get in line and wait your turn

And watch the witches burn We'll watch the witches burn

Burn

Burn

Burn

We'll watch the witches burn