In the night they have come to abduct
And through the fire, extorting a confession
Leaving a mark on our skin
As liars headed into the hell
Sacks of meat to be exposed
Without a tongue to speak our reasons
Ready to burn in the flame of inquisition
Ready to be ashes when silence will come
Abjuring (abjuring)
Forswear (forswear)
Heretics
We're not forgiven
Heretics
We're not the liars
Heretics
Against the Holy See
Heretics
We are brethren
From my cell I can see the Sun
Rising above this aborted land
Full of deaf people with no soul
Avenging the death of their own hearth
But I can hear the wind blowing fierce
Carrying the voice of the real apostles
I will burn on the stake for my sins
But you will burn in hell cause you're deaft
