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

Wine from the blade
On the night, night of the full moon, yeah
And voices that call spirits in waiting
Sharing the drink of the bond
A broth of roots and charms
Spells under a twisted tree

Heretic
Burn at the cross
Witch yeah, float like a log

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

Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Burn and nailed to the burning cross
Heretic, heretic

From life to death you've been good
The past from the past time will tell