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Tied to a stake, purity through fire |
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A blessing from the Church, |
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Admit to sin, |
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Alchemist to the cross |
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they hang above your head, |
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Accused of witchcraft, for making metal |
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It's time to burn, |
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Hell on Earth, a second birth |
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An Age of pain. |
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Lapsing into time, gazing on an age, |
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Of confusion with no solutions, |
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Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch, |
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A reign of horror with no tomorrow, |
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Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate, |
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Evil vices for a gain, |
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Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade, |
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The thumbscrew speaks the truth. |
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Casting spells - unknown chants |
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with possessed burning eyes, |
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Demonic action-witches brew |
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accuser feeding lies, |
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On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind, |
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Down below no repentance, excommunication is your prize. |
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Run down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full, |
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Praying for death! |
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Broken bones, ripping flesh, you've become a bloody mess, |
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When will it end? |
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Going slow, felling pain, wondering "Why me?" |
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A living nightmare! |
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Frustration, denomination, |
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it's time to meet your maker. |
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UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS... |
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The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds, |
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UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS... |
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Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give their lives. |
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Martyr with no cause, submission to your fate, |
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The magic and the spells, nothing there to gain, |
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The knowledge you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane! |
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For sorcery and witchcraft now you pay in vain, |
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Your mortal body pressing death, |
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Judgement made, but who's insane? |
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Desecration in the Bishop's den |
