| Lyrics: | 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.
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, felling pain, wondering |
