Don't care if I choke....
The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin
For those words she would die
The crowd circles around her
Praising their merciful god
The children that once were loving
Now their small hands were full of rocks
The dark night came creeping
Was she one of the devil's own kind?
Fear your thoughts and let the father judge them
Walk the shining path and guide the weakling along
The crowd circles around her
Praising their merciful god
Their screams grew higher
And put them to the torch