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Tied to a stake, purity through
A blessing the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
hang above your head,
Accused of witchcraft, for metal
It's to burn,
on Earth, a second birth
An Age of pain.
Lapsing into time, on an age,
Of confusion no solutions,
Call on the for confessions of a witch,
A reign of with no tomorrow,
Informers lies to inherit the estate,
Evil for a gain,
Bring on the torturer and his of the trade,
The thumbscrew the truth.
Casting spells - chants
possessed burning eyes,
Demonic brew
feeding lies,
On the stake to alive see the crowed reject your kind,
Down below no repentance, is your prize.

[Lead:

Run down, laying low, aching muscles, full,
for death!
Broken bones, ripping flesh, you've become a mess,
When will it
Going slow, pain, wondering "Why me?"
A nightmare!
Frustration, denomination,
time to meet your maker.
UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS...The Churches plot, perverted, demented sacred
grounds,
UNHOLY! TRAILS...Cathedrals rule on fear. the weak unwillingly give
lives.

[12 Garcia]
Gonzales]

Martyr with no cause, submission to fate,
The and the spells, nothing there to gain,
The you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane!

Garcia]

For sorcery and now you pay in vain,
Your mortal body death,
Judgement made, but who's
in the Bishop's den

[tag Garcia]