Heretic

Heretic, burn at the stake
Witch yeah, float like a log

[Verse 1]:
Wine from the blade
On the night, night of the full moon, yeah
Voices that call spirits in waiting
Sharing the drink of the bond
A broth of roots and charms
Spells under a twisted tree

[Interlude]:
Heretic, burn at the cross
Witch, float like a log

[Verse 2]:
Flask over fire amongst cobwebs of cellars
Mixture that turns metal into gold
Bring life to the dying
Secret till the last words are told

[Verse 3]:
Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Nailed to a burning cross
Heretic, heretic

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