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