Letra de Dogma

"They're afraid of the dark, imagine that. Come on mother, I want you to meet my friend!"

(Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn)

Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn the witches, burn the witches

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
You cannot sedate all the things you hate
(Burn!)
(Burn fucker)

Burn your bridges, burn your bridges
Don't take time to sew your stitches
Burn your bridges, burn your bridges

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate, I decide my fate (burn)
You cannot sedate all the things you hate (burn)
(Burn burn burn burn fucker)

(Burn, Ow, fucker, mother fucking bitch, ow)

(Burn burn, ha oww burn burn ha oww Burn, burn fucker!)

Good is the thing that you favor, evil is your sour flavor
I don't need your hate! I decide my fate! (burn, fucker)
You cannot sedate, all the things you hate! (burn!)
I don't need your hate, i decide my fate (Ah! burn!)
(Burn burn burn fucker, burn!
Burn, oooowww burn....YEAH!)

Burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it
Burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it
Burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it burn it! Burn it! Burn it!

Burn the witches, burn the witches
Don't take time to sew the stiches
Burn the witches (BURN IT! BURN IT!) Burn the witches!

Burn burn fucker
Burn burn fucker

Burn burn burn burn burn.....fucker

(Breathe)