Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trials

Tied to a stake, purity through
A blessing the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
they above your head,
Accused of witchcraft, for metal
It's to burn,
Hell on Earth, a second
An Age of pain.
into time, gazing on an age,
Of confusion no solutions,
on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch,
A of horror with no tomorrow,
Informers twisting to inherit the estate,
vices for a gain,
Bring on the and his tools of the trade,
The thumbscrew the truth.
spells - unknown chants
with possessed eyes,
Demonic action-witches
feeding lies,
On the stake to burn see the crowed reject your kind,
Down no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

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

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

For and witchcraft now you pay in vain,
mortal body pressing death,
Judgement made, but insane?
Desecration in the den