מילים לשיר Under A Killing Moon – Thrice

The air my lungs first loved,
or be the next to die
carves craters from my eyes.
They said "Breathe deeply son,
Beneath the falling night, The blood on our black gloves,
and heaven's shutting gate.
or suffer the same fate.
Pray keep your tongue held tight, it is none of your concern.
you want to call our bluff,
and watch the witches burn
get in line and wait your turn, Don't flinch when innocents,
are dancing with the flames.
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, Under this killing moon,
you'd live to see the sun but.
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.
you want to call our bluff,
and watch the witches burn.
get in line and wait your turn,
We'll watch the witches burn.