No place for a name The roots are bonded knots Under the same red sky We lay the dead They burned the words Into the gallows pole They salt the earth The flames, the screams The helplessness of knowing these Peasants once and always will Follow the lead The witches The witches Fires illuminate the autumn skies From woods come presence of mind The coven circles me in black light The village sleeps alone tonight Void of souls before daylight The witches The witches The witches The names on the grave The master the slave Buried in the hollow ground the same The torches the flames The hand that prays Forever lost into the grey Upon the reckoning The witches The witches The witches