Inquisition 歌词

Hunter and hunted gasping for breath, the inquisitors closing in Crimes against church and crimes against crown are your deadly sins Surrounded by many, protected by few, you throw your weapons to the ground You feel like a fox at the end of a hunt, wishing that you were the hound [Chorus:] Pathetic and wounded on your knees, what can you say To the evil inquisitors of Auto de la Fe? Bound and gagged, roughly treated, taken to your cell Where body and mind are tortured in your private hell Waiting for your day of death, wishing it to arrive Who said there'd be Purgatory while you're still alive [Chorus] A thousand cuts shred your skin, writhing on the ground A tourniquet crushes your neck, eyes blood-swollen round Your brain explodes, death is here, not a moment soon Travel to your heretic master, Hell's piper calls your tune [Chorus]