Burn the Witch Songtext
von Elias of Venus

The smoke that smells of death and grief
The sacrifice of different belief
The moon is full, at its farthest point
Faces are dull, the oil they anoint

Nailed to the cross, turned upside down
Mourning her loss, the woman in gown
My Lady Lilith, their Goddess Hecate
Will revenge their killing this awful decade

They will respawn with curse
With fate even worse
Eyes in terror
Spare her, bear her
Bell rings midnight
The cross′s flame's bright


Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies

Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch

Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams

Throw the stones
Throw the stones
Throw the sticks
Throw the sticks

The ladies of the night
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
The mystery of the witch

Friday the thirteen
The grass is no more green
Blood spilling all over, all over


Forgive me, stay serene
This could have been foreseen
They have this unique odor, oh odor

They will respawn with curse
With fate even worse
Eyes in terror
Spare her, bear her
Bell rings midnight
The cross′s flame's bright

Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies
Say your last goodbyes
The ladies accused of lies

Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch

Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams

Throw the stones
Throw the stones
Throw the sticks
Throw the sticks

The ladies of the night
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
The mystery of the witch

Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
Burn the witch

Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams
Hear the screams

Throw the stones
Throw the stones
Throw the sticks
Throw the sticks

The ladies of the night
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
The mystery of the witch