Dogma
Burn the witches, burn the witchesDon't take time to sew your stitchesBurn the witches, burn the witches
Good is the thing that you favourEvil is your sour flavourYou cannot sedate all the things you hate
Burn the bridges, burn the bridgesDon't take time to sew your stitchesBurn the bridges, burn the bridges
Good is the thing that you favourEvil is your sour flavourI don't need your hate, I decide my fateYou cannot sedate all the things you hate
Good is the thing that you favourEvil is your sour flavourI don't need your hate, I decide my fate
You cannot sedate all the things you hateI don't need your hate, I decide my fate
Burn the witches, burn the witchesDon't take time to sew your stitchesBurn the witches, burn the witches