Testo
On the horizon, three figures draw near
With death on their heels, their purpose is clear
The gate is drawn up, the figures ride in
Burn all the books and those who read them
Burn me in the lake
Drown me at the stake, yeah
My life you will take
Before my spirit breaks, yeah
The men of the village, they light up the streets
The women, the witches, they lie in the sea
Auto-da-fé, they dig up the dead
Unholy communion, sip from the lead
Burn me in the lake
Drown me at the stake, yeah
My life you will take
Before my spirit breaks, yeah
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Burn me in the lake
Drown me at the stake, yeah
My life you will take
Before my spirit breaks, yeah
Heretic, you lie and now you
See the error of your kind
You wail before a wicked god
Then burn alive tied to the rod
My feet have dragged 'cross winded dunes
In search of those who bind the runes
They lay their eyes on vile filth
Then toil in vain; water and tilth