Under A Killing Moon - Thrice

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