Burn me, I am a witch
Architect of your demise
Burn me, get what you wish
Bury me with all your lies
But I will rise from the grave
My tormentors, now my slaves
The angry mob marches on
Torches in hand, they're out for blood
They tie me up, set fire to straw
Torches in hand, they're out for blood
But I will rise from the grave
My curse left on Earth
My tormentors, now my slaves
Burn me, I am a witch
Architect of my own demise
Heralded King of Lunatics
Sentenced to death by the King of Lies
But I will rise from the grave
My tormentors, now my slaves
My slaves
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