all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves The persecution song
all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song
for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song