Don't care if I choke....
Sacrifice me for my sins
For my beliefs
Spit at me
Die... with me
When I'm gone
Death
will come to you
Death will cry...
The flames went high to lick the skin on her chin
The words she said
For those words
she would die
The crowd circles around her
Praising their merciful god
Her screams grew weaker
"Heathen, heathen"
The mass
was shouting
The children that once were loving
Now their small hands were full of rocks
They found her bleeding
The dark
night came creeping
Was she one of the devil's own kind?
Beyond belief
Beyond the pain
And grief
I lay low
And crawl
deep
Choosing the narrow path
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
"Heathen, heathen"
The mass was
shouting
Hunt down the profane
And put them to the torch
Burn me on the fire
Call me liar
Shout at me
Cry for
me
When I'm gone
Death will come to me
Death will cry...
Burn me on the fire...