heretic

Soundgarden

Heretic, burn at the stake
Witch float like a log


Wine from the blade on the night of the full moon
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, from cobwebs of cellars
Turning metal into gold
A secret till the last wordââ?¬â?¢s untold


Accused and convicted
For nothing I suffer your fear
Nailed to a burning cross
Heretic, Heretic