Our tounges they could not silence,with their malicious lies,their unforgotten violence,remember those who died.
And as my flesh is put to fire,I hear their voices still,their unjust accusations,demanding I am killed.'
We shall show no mercy to heathensuch as thee,who stand accused and have refusedthe Church's clemency,your wicked acts are endless,though the crimes they cannot name,innocent or guilty proved,we'll burn you just the same.'
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
This self-righteous inquisition,is a plague upon our land,as false as the confessions they forcefrom shattered hands.(
Repeat 3 & 4)
Abused my broken body is cleansedby righteous flame,their God a '
God of Mercy' -yet in whose name I'm slain.
My innocence the victim of theirsuperstitious fears,religious persecution for the pastthree hundred years,preaching peace and mercy 'neath theshadow of the knife,a papal reign of terror -slaughter in the name of Christ.(
Repeat 2,3 & 4)
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