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,
of witchcraft, for making 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 reign of horror 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.
spells - unknown chants
with possessed eyes,
Demonic action-witches
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, flesh, you've become a bloody mess,
When it end?
Going slow, felling pain, "Why me?"
A nightmare!
Frustration, denomination,
it's time to your maker.
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
The Churches evil plot, perverted, sacred grounds,
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give their lives.

Martyr with no cause, to your fate,
The magic and the spells, there to gain,
The knowledge you obtained, torment claimed insane!

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