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