The flames lick at my feet

Their hearts full of hate

What they don't understand, they condemn

What they can't comprehend must meet its end

But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction

No I won't confess my false interaction

As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

I stand accused of bein' in league with Satan

No proof for the false accusation

Tied to the stake, no hope of escape

I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate

But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction

No I won't confess my false interaction

As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

Oh I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction

I won't confess my false interaction

Now as I breathe deep and prepare for my passing

I hear them chant, burn the witch

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

Burn the witch