The flames lick at my feet Their hearts full of hate What they don't understand, they condemn What they can't comprehend must meet its end But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction No I won't confess my false interaction As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing I hear them chant, burn the witch I stand accused of being in league with Satan No proof for their false accusation Tied to the stake, no hope of escape I stand alone and embrace my fiery fate But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction No I won't confess my false interaction As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing I hear them chant, burn the witch No I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction I won't confess my false interaction Now as I breathe deep and prepare for my passing I hear them chant, burn the witch Burn the witch, burn the witch Burn the witch, burn the witch