The Wicker Man lyrics

We have our ways, our ways find means The Winter King and his harvest feast Burn the wood man! Make him dead! Kill the thing he represents! Hoist him up with rope or string! Make him dangle! Make him swing! Eternity is found again! In the sea mixed up with the Sun Burn the wood man! Make him dead! Kill the thing he represents! Feed him up with flowers and leaves! Sacrifice him for our needs!