There is witchcraft in our blood

Magic in our bones

that you couldn't burn away

you see you cannot fight fire with fire

Maybe the witches you burnt 

were the daughters if something, someone you hurt

more holy then you could ever handle

So, you burnt them, drowned them for being different, lord.

forgetting that even your son of God

was condemned for being too pure, 

too beautiful, too different

but he started a movement

When you burned the witches

you thought what you did was small

but the flames gave light to ideas

and the ideas set alight souls

For every witch you burnt 

there are now a thousand more

living differently, standing tall

Go ahead, burn some of us

but, try as you might,  you can never burn us all