Holy Fire (Inquisicion)

Oaken doors silence cries of mercy At the inquisitor's fiendlishness Souls now broken lie in his clutch The state of grace no longer lasts All who denies the truth revealed Whether he be king or commoner Is robbed of wealth, sanity and life While angels guard these pious duties [chorus] Red rivers flow out of sinful bodies Senescent is the heretic?s strength Celestial whips shall purgate all disbelieve The Inquisition, with God, reigns [solo] [chorus] Burned in sacred ceremony cause They could not see the living light Holiness has made them martyrs Beneath the Bergamot they lie