Текст песни EVIL DEAD - Holy Trials
EVIL DEAD - Holy Trials слова песни
Текст песни EVIL DEAD - Holy Trials
Tied to a stake, purity through fireA blessing from the Church,Admit to sin,Alchemist to the crossthey hang above your head,Accused of witchcraft, for making metalIt's time to burn,( )Hell on Earth, a second birthAn Age of pain.Lapsing into time, gazing on an age,Of confusion with no solutions,Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch,A reign of horror with no tomorrow,Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate,Evil vices for a gain,Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade,The thumbscrew speaks the truth.Casting spells - unknown chantswith possessed burning eyes,Demonic action-witches brewaccuser feeding lies,On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind,Down below no repentance, excommunication is your prize.Lead: GonzalesRun down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full,Praying for death!Broken bones, ripping flesh, you've become a bloody mess,When will it end?Going slow, felling pain, wondering "Why me?"A living nightmare!Frustration, denomination,it's time to meet your maker.UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS...The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacredgrounds,UNHOLY! HOLY TRAILS...Cathedrals rule on fear. the weak unwillingly givetheir lives.