The Witch is Stoned

A lil' old pagan tale.

Interrupted her blood rites from aeons ago

The witch is stoned

The witch is stoned

Burned away her ancient tomes

The witch is stoned

The witch is stoned

Banished the demon beneath the church's dome

The b***h was stoned

The b***h was stoned

Upon her tomb lied a hundred crows

Death is cold

Death is cold

Our crops died beneath opalline snow

It was foretold

It was foretold

Hunger and foolery dug up her bones

We're not alone

We're not alone

Pagan spells of times long gone

Saved us all

Saved us all

Black magic has corrupted our very souls

The witch sits on the throne

The witch sits on the throne

We should have known

We should have known