Burn at the Stake - Paragon

In the forest at the hill

Something wicked has been found

Rumors of a witches skill

A story goes around

«Go and get her!»

they yell

As the fear turns to hate

«We'll take that bitch to hell

An end her vicious fate»

Through the dawn

By the light of the full moons eyes

Now all is gone

Like the ashes blown by the wind

Burn!

Burn at the stake

Burn!

For heaven’s sake

In the early morning light

She was taken into town

The judge proclaims the sentence

«To die on holy ground»

The wine runs like blood

On this glorious bright day

The hot tar and dry wood

Her poor soul flies away