1615

She was smiling so mean as the flames grew higher
And he realized she was just a liar
Now she watches the scene and she is satisfied
He wasn`t her man and she wasn`t his bride

And he melts in the heat, in the flames, in the fire
Like in 1615
A witch on a burning pyre
And he melts in the heat, in the flames, in the fire
Like in 1615
A witch on a burning pyre

He sheds his last tear as he weeps and he cries
And his childish dream of eternal love dies
In the end she was laughing in the dark black smoke
And his fight for love was nothing but a joke

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