Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trials

Tied to a stake, purity through
A from 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 time, gazing on an age,
Of with 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 torturer and his of the trade,
The speaks the truth.
Casting - unknown chants
with possessed eyes,
Demonic action-witches
accuser lies,
On the stake to burn see the crowed reject your kind,
Down below no repentance, excommunication is prize.

Run down, laying low, aching muscles, 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,
time to meet your maker.
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
The Churches plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds,
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly their lives.

Martyr with no cause, 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,
mortal body pressing death,
Judgement made, but insane?
Desecration in the den