Stones Upon The Warlock Lyrics

A dreadful wizard he be

Set to hang upon high

Thoughts of hanging noose and tree

To threats of these he will not shy

Confessions he will not make

His soul will not plea

Before the magistrates he did stand

But the treat was made of stone

To lay upon his chest by hand

A slow death by crushed brawn and bone

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His soul will not plea

More and more and more he cried

"Lay upon me with your stones"

More and more and more he cried

"I will never damn my soul"

More and more and more he cried

"More and more until I die"

More and more and more he cried

"I soon to heaven will fly"

... fly...