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In the forest at the hill |
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Something wicked has been found |
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Rumors of a witches skill |
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A story goes around |
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"Go and get her!" they yell |
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As the fear turns to hate |
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"We'll take that bitch to hell |
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An end her vicious fate" |
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Through the dawn |
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By the light of the full moons eyes |
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Now all is gone |
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Like the ashes blown by the wind |
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Burn! |
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Burn at the stake |
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Burn! |
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For heaven's sake |
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In the early morning light |
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She was taken into town |
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The judge proclaims the sentence |
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"To die on holy ground" |
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The wine runs like blood |
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On this glorious bright day |
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The hot tar and dry wood |
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Her poor soul flies away |
