the air my lungs first loved   carves craters from my eyes   they said "breathe deeply son   and watch the traitors die      Beneath the falling night   and heaven's shutting gate   pray keep your tongue held tight   or suffer the same fate      the blood on our black gloves   it is none of your concern   if you want to call our bluff   get in line and wait your turn   and watch the witches burn"      Don't flinch when innocents   are dancing with the flame   if they wanted to live   they'd learn to play the game      You can still walk away   if you just hold your tongue   if you'd just walk away   you'd live to see the sun but"      Under this killing moon   under this burning sky   the fire's shining groom   I hold my breath and close my eyes      "The blood on our black gloves   it is none of your concern   if you want to call our bluff   get in line and wait your turn   and watch the witches burn   we'll watch the witches burn"