Lyrics:

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
But keep your tongue outside, we'll 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
Then watch the witches burn
Don't flinch when innocents are dancing with the flame
If they'd wanted to live, they'd learn to play the game
Can't still walk away if you just hold your tongue
And if you just walk away, you'll live to see the sun burn
Under this killing moon, under this burning sky
The fire's shining cruel, 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
Then watch the witches burn