Luyện nghe bài hát For Those Who Have Died (Return To The Sabbat)

"You stand this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty!"

"Guilty!"

Our tongues could not silence with their malicious lies
Their unforgotten violence, those who died

And as my is put to fire I hear their voices still
Their unjust demanding that I am killed

"We shall show no to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the we cannot name
or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same"

Burning, the fire
Burning, a funeral
Burning, the fire
Burning, a funeral

This inquisition is a plague upon our land
as as the confessions they force from shattered hands

"We show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's
Your wicked are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you the same"

Burning, the fire
Burning, a pyre
Burning, the fire
Burning, a funeral

Abused my body is cleansed by righteous flame,
Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose I slain.

My the victim of their superstitious fears
persecution for the past three hundred years
Preaching peace and 'neath the shadow of the knife
A papal of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ

And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices
their unjust demanding that I am killed

"We shall show no to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have the Church's clemency
Your wicked are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or proved, we'll burn you just the same"

Burning, the fire
Burning, a pyre
Burning, the fire
Burning, a funeral