Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trials

Tied to a stake, through fire
A blessing the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
they above your head,
of witchcraft, for making metal
It's to burn,
Hell on Earth, a second
An Age of pain.
Lapsing time, gazing on an age,
Of with no solutions,
Call on the Inquisitor for of a witch,
A reign of with no tomorrow,
twisting lies to inherit the estate,
Evil for a gain,
on the torturer and his tools of the trade,
The speaks the truth.
spells - unknown chants
with possessed eyes,
Demonic action-witches
feeding lies,
On the stake to burn see the crowed reject your kind,
below no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

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

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

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