Paroles de Heretic

Heretic, burn at the stake Witch float like a log Wine from the blade On the night, night of the full moon (Chants) 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, float like a log Flask over fire Amongst the cobwebs of cellars A mixture that turns metal to gold (A potion to) bring life to the dying Secret till the last words untold Accused and convicted For nothing I suffer your fear Both hands nailed to the burning cross Heretic, heretic (From life to death, from evil and good) (Paths from the past to time eternal)