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

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