Under a Killing Moon

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 wanna 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 your concern If you wanna call our bluff Get in line and wait your turn The blood on our black gloves It is none of your concern If you wanna 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