Engines Of Torture کے بول

Sick religious fools instilling inexplicable fears of hell Resorting to brutality 'gainst the weak and pure Turned to your evil God, implored divine protection Soli deo gloria, feeble sickening hate For hundreds of years your kind Tortured and quelled mankind No one exempt from such agony or pain Your ab'rration caused you to persecute innocence Making vast profit cleansing their souls Inflicting excruciating pain on the blameless Burning their skin with boiling sulphur and oil Tearing their nails, piercing the quicks with spikes Driving in the cashielaws and crushing their bones Crushing their bones Your worthless charms and ineffective prayers for redemption Your only motivation was a thirst for blood Victims of this masquerade were offered their salvation Reality was further pain, fulfilment of your dreams Like children dreading the dark, blessing your torture chambers Spraying holy water while hapless victims screamed The multitude were powerless, succumbing to interrogation Their reward was further persecution till their death Inflicting excruciating pain on the blameless Burning their skin with boiling sulphur and oil Tearing their nails, piercing the quicks with spikes Driving in the cashielaws and crushing their bones Crushing their bones