Sabbat For Those Who Died
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 heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the 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 force from shattered hands. (Repeat 3 & 4) Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, their God a 'God of Mercy' - yet in whose name I'm slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears, religious persecution for the past three hundred years, preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife, a papal reign of terror - slaughter in the name of Christ. (Repeat 2,3 & 4)
