Inquisition

Death i aclaim you now
The guilty pay with pain
Your blood will stain
The corpses of your kin

The darkness of your soul
Fire, pain, is the truth
Lies, Tortures, in your head
They all want you to die

Beast or human, who can say
The mask, hides his face
Armed with venom and hate
torture, pain

Much too long, with this sham
Big luxury, a godlless man
Holy rules, empty rules
Hypocrasy, extorsion