Quotes / Burn the Witch!

Sir Bedevere: "Tell me, what do you do with witches?"
(Crowd yells various things to the effect of "Burn them!")
Sir Bedevere: "And what do you burn apart from witches?"
Villager: "More witches!"

My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't wanna see her face
All blistered and burned, can't hide my disgrace
Diamond Head, "Am I Evil?"

"Burn the witch
Burn to ash and bone"
Queens of the Stone Age, "Burn the Witch"

"Choose me or your pyre!
Be mine or you will burn!"
Judge Claude Frollo, "Hellfire," The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Sweden: I can't wait to dance around the maypole! It's so beautiful this year!
Norway: Indeed. Only one thing is missing. (lights the maypole on fire) FIRE!!!
Denmark: Don't forget the witch!

Coming to get you yeah, I'm coming to take you away
You witches are evil, you worship the Devil, so listen to what I say!
Peacefully come out your huts or I'll have you witches flayed
Must destroy you, play inside you, watch you wither away
Who's coming to get you, coming to take you away?
I find you guilty, witch-woman, 'cause I'm the Witchfinder-General!
—"Witchfinder General", Witchfinder General

A cart rolled through the town
And people all around
Gathered for the burning of the witch
They grit their teeth in anger
They raise their arms in fear
The burning stake was ready for that bitch
Singing "Burn her!
Burn her!
Burn her to the ground!"
Singing "Burn her sins!
Burn her pride!
Burn her till she dies!"
—"Burning A Sinner", Witchfinder General

I'm a fantasy role-playing gamer
I play whenever I can
I play Dungeons & Dragons, Runequest and Shadowlands
I've played as kings and vikings,
Wizards, elves and more
Until a bunch of fundies came and kicked down my front door
They stole my dice and gamebook
They called it a book of spells
They said I was conjuring demons
And things too weird to tell
They burned my books and papers
They almost burned me, too
They really believe in magic
They thought that stuff was true!
— Leslie Fish, "Gamers" (AKA "This Game is Real")

Arcane knowledge handed down, unwritten and obscure
Coven prosecuted but no begging for remorse
One by one they're taken as the bell rings its chime
Blasphemy against the church was her only crime
Tie her up!
Set the fire!
Burning in torment alive
For her crimes
For her sins
The bitch will be burnt at the stake!
Toxic Holocaust, "Bitch"

The torches. The mob. The intent to frighten away, warped by the compiling misunderstandings. The roar of fire out of control. The screams of a woman. The shocked silence of a mob that sees hell reflected in the flames.
Guilt distills into stories until it is palatable. A story formed in every mouth by the time the fire died. "House was already on fire when we got there, and she was at the window, cackling," mumbles a man over his drink. The city council arranged a quick funeral. No mourners showed. Carrie Killian was cremated and buried beneath a cheap gravestone.
The Black House still stands. No one wants to tear it down. No one wants to pick at the scab of their guilt. They cover it up with stories of wicked witchcaft. We listen as the sweet children sing the name Carrie Killian in their jump rope rhymes, the way they used to sing about the Black Plague.
Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down.
The Buzzing, The Secret World