In the house of pain
Bones are broken
Screams of despair
Begging for death
The pagans can’t live
Violence without motives
Nor the children are safe
The victory of the injustice
Under the darkness of night
Just impunity
Torture in the name of God
Letting their deep marks
In the heart of church
Tortured witches
Fallen from grace
For ignorance blame
Black magic is there
A soul denied by the God's grace
Innocent blood is shed
Pretend to act
For God's sake
The rising to Evil
Burn in hell
The circle was broken
The trap was made
For the innocent
The hideous screams of pain
As the fire reaches the skin
The smell of burning human flesh
And In the piles
The bodies writhe
Within the fog of human smoke
Revenge is done tonight
The circle was broken
The trap was made for the innocent
The hideous screams of pain
As the fire reaches the skin
The smell of burning human flesh
And In the piles
The bodies writhe
Within the fog of human smoke
Revenge is done tonight
They've just taken everything
And he now he is capable of anything
Heretic blade
The flesh rend through other eyes
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