Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trials

Tied to a stake, purity through
A from the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
they above your head,
Accused of witchcraft, for metal
It's to burn,
Hell on Earth, a birth
An Age of pain.
Lapsing time, gazing on an age,
Of confusion no solutions,
Call on the for confessions of a witch,
A of horror with no tomorrow,
twisting lies to inherit the estate,
Evil for a gain,
on the torturer and his tools of the trade,
The thumbscrew the truth.
Casting - unknown chants
with burning eyes,
Demonic brew
feeding lies,
On the stake to burn alive see the crowed your kind,
below no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

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

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

For and witchcraft now you pay in vain,
Your body pressing death,
Judgement made, but insane?
in the Bishop's den