The flames lick at my feet
Their hearts full of hate
What they don't understand, they condemn
What they can't comprehend must meet its end
But 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"
I stand accused of being 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 fate
But 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
