Holy Trails

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 «Why me?»
A living nightmare!
Frustration, denomination
It’s time to meet your maker
UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS…
The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds
UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS…
Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give their lives
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!
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