[Verse 1] Baruch bent over the roll while the prophet spoke, Years entered ink in the scratch of a reed. The fast-day crowd heard, then princes grew pale, [Silence] Cut it in pieces; cast it into flame, [Verse 2] A winter-room fire waited beside the king. Three columns, four columns, the knife made a line, No garment was torn and no heart changed its mind. Hide the scribe, hide the prophet, the order went out, [Chorus] Cut it in pieces; cast it into flame, But burning the page does not silence the Name. Yet the word found shelter beyond royal reach. Another roll opened, the sentences returned, [Bridge] And more words were added than the king had burned. Ash left the hearth, but the warning stood tall, The hand can destroy paper; it cannot unwrite God. [Final Chorus] Cut it in pieces; cast it into flame, But burning the page does not silence the Name. Ash left the hearth, but the warning stood tall, The hand can destroy paper; it cannot unwrite God.