Heretic, burn at the stake Witch, float like a log Wine from the blade on the night of the full moon, yeah And voices that call spirits in waiting Sharing the drink of the bond A broth of roots and charms Spells under the twisted tree Heretic, hey, hey, hey, burn at the cross Witch, float like a log Flesh over fire from cobwebs of cellars Mixture that turns metal to gold Bring life to the guiding secret Till the last word's untold Accused and convicted For nothing I suffer your fear Bound and nailed to a burning cross Heretic, heretic