Wicker Man

I stand here, waiting to be saved
As the flames twist around the frame
Sacrificed to the pagan realms
Would they mourn for the ones they burned?

Wicked men burn their wicker man
In the dead of night
Embers glow, your ashes fly
Would they mourn for the ones they burned?
Or dance the night away?

Wicked men burn their wicker man
In the dead of night
Embers glow, your ashes fly
Would they mourn for the ones they burned?
Or dance the night away?

Villagers dancing around their crime
Faces blurred in a pagan choir
Spill the blood for fruits and grain
Sing their song for a fresh harvest

And as the flames grow high
I wonder if they hear the cries
Embrace the fire, doomed to the grass
Hear the bonfire of the wicker man
Feed from the flames and bones of the wicker man

Wicked men burn their wicker man
In the dead of night
Embers glow, your ashes fly
Would they mourn for the ones they burned?
Or dance the night away?

Wicked men burn their wicker man
In the dead of night
Embers glow, your ashes fly
Would they mourn for the ones they burned?
Or dance the night away?

Dance the night away
Away, away, away, away
Dance the night away