Thrice - Under a Killing Moon lyrics

The air my lungs first loved
Carves craters from my eyes
They said "Breathe deeply
Son or be the next to 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
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

Burn! We'll watch the witches burn
Burn! Burn! Burn!
We'll watch the witches burn"