Little Liza likes to play
She is peculiar in her ways
Prefers the company of animals
The confort of the woods

In dance she sways and she moves
Gives thanks to the somber lit moon
Little does she know
They are coming to purge her soul

Into a fire blaze
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames

With sticks and stones they will break her bones
With needles and pins bleed wretched sin
God's bidding in Christ's name
Perverted excitem?nt, another witch is claimed
She will not fold
Will n?ver give in

She is strength unforgiving
Head held high she braves...
She braves...
She braves...
She braves...

The burning flames
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames