| The sun will singe another field
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| Another well is running dry
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| Cold rain will wash away the crop
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| Another child is going to die
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| Must be a reason, someone’s got to take the blame
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| If not, our lives and our homes won’t be the same
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| Keep the pyre burning, Mother Church will find a way
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| (I'm gonna burn the other day)
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| While the world is turning, our faith won’t go astray
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| (I'm gonna burn the other day)
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| We’ve seen her dancing in the dark
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| We’ve heard her chant — unholy rhyme
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| We know she’s got the evil eye
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| Besides she’s old and lame and blind
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| Behind the graveyard in the alley where she hides
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| Our forks and torches will trace out the devil’s bride
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| Keep the pyre burning, Mother Church will find a way
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| (I'm gonna burn the other day)
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| While the world is turning, our faith won’t go astray
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| (I'm gonna burn the other day)
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| We came to lock you and to drag you out in chains
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| With glowing irons we will burn your poisoned veins
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| Keep the pyre burning, Mother Church will find a way…
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| Spark in the dark, on the shadow we raid |
| Smoke in the air and the demon will fade
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| Fire to the pyre, root out the seed
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| Praise to the Lord, he will bless our deed |